It is though a terrific room. While her cervix is very large (don't ask me about what that means) she is holding her own and if Monday's scans turn out well, she may be moved on Tuesday to Frankston Hospital, much closer to home and she will receive many more visits from friends and family, just not us with an easy train ride to the Mercy. The important thing is that she will be living close to her daughters who will probably be in humidity cribs after she is discharged.
I took a cupcake and a candle to the hospital and we sang Happy Birthday to her Uncle R.
R had a busy week. Sunday, Little M's birthday in a park in Frankston and it was very hot. I was at work. Monday, lunch with a former workmate and it was very hot and they cut it short. Tuesday, volunteer work, taking people for lunch to a Yarraville Club, Wednesday, going to see niece in hospital. Thursday, Mother Day. Friday, normal volunteer day, driving old people around for a five hours. I returned from work a little after 6 on Friday night and I could tell he was exhausted. He had made us a nice pasta dish for dinner, but then he
While it was R's birthday on Wednesday, it was Mother's 83rd on Friday. We are going to Club Officer for Sunday lunch. It is a good place. Tradie Brother ensured Oldest Niece, her partner and Little M and Little Em came. It was going to be Waves in Frankston, but mother was worried about her bowels and being so far from home. ???
Little M was a nightmare but lovely too. I scooped her up at the very last minute before she entered the gambling area of the venue. Little Em is just short of walking on her own.
Sunday morning R was up early, no doubt being woken up by Grand Prix car racing that starts at 7.30 and went off to shop alone. He bought a birthday cake and after our hotel lunch we all sang Happy Birthday to Mother and R.
This did not get published at an appropriate time. Below are a few photos of a room with a view. Niece was transferred to Frankston Hospital and said, to quote, 'it is shit'. Mercy sent all the appropriate Niece details to Frankston but they were nowhere to found. She landed in a place of chaos. She was told she could go home and is booked in for a cut and extract on the 28th of April. We will be away on holidays by then.
So she is home, but where is home? Her partner has rented a house in Cranbourne, aka Crimebourne. They have a bed and tv, but nothing else until the weekend.
Although it was a two bed hospital room, because of its odd corner shape, it is only practical for one person. Great views.
I happened to look up as we arrived at the train platform to go home and Niece was waving at us from the window.
Bits of the original station can be seen poking through the newer station roof. Being opposite the road from the three? hospitals, it quite a busy suburban station and obviously the earlier facilities would have been inadequate.
I understand Olivia Newton-John Cancer & Wellness Centre was some sort of collaboration of fund raising by ONJ and the state government.