How long is it since I wrote last about Dame M? A few weeks, maybe four. She has fought tooth and nail to prevent herself receiving any medical treatment.
We have all been visiting, cajoling, threatening and she has finally relented. For the last four weeks she has barely eaten, taken barely any fluids. She has a bed sore. Her weight is down to 45kg. Her ankles are swollen like balloons. She has been washed a few times by one of the Mountain Women, who was a nurse. No amount of tasty tidbits will make her eat more than a mouthful. She was no longer strong enough to get out of bed on her own.
After a visit by an aged care nurse friend of our dyke friend last night, she agreed finally to go to hospital. The threat that she would be compulsorily put in a nursing home must have helped.
I received a call from the dyke friend last night asking if I could take her and the boarder to hospital today. I arrived after ten this morning and the boarder had her packed and ready.
Half an hour later we were at Cabrini Emergency department and the wheels of the system started to work as we knew they would. ECG and bloods taken, a wait on a trolley until test result come back and then either a bed would be found for her there or a transfer to Malvern Private Hospital.
The triage nurse was already to blame her GP for Dame M's condition and that she had slipped through the cracks, but we told the nurse that she has never really had one. Dame M chipped in, I am stubborn. No one's fault but mine.
Although incredibly thin, she looked quite regal sitting up in bed as I said my goodbyes a couple of hours later. We are all so relieved that she is finally getting care.