a terrible month
There have been a few times when I haven't blogged regularly, I didn't think anything of particular interest had happened, so I didn't post. But then I thought about how therapeutic writing can be for me and if it's therapeutic for me to write then it must be doing you immeasurable good to read so I made myself a promise to post more regularly than once a month, I was thinking at least weekly would be good - a weekly round up so to speak. I had also made plans to really buckle down in this round, and give it my all. I was chomping at the bit to get started...
You know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men. They often go awry.
Well, go awry they did, in the most awful way.
At the end of September I did a FFS post in which I touched on my FIL's health problems.
They began last November when he was airlifted from Dorrigo to RNS Hospital in critical condition from a septic gall bladder. As a result it was discovered that he had Myelodysplastic Syndrome or MDS (a pre-leukaemic condition), and Multiple Myeloma (cancer of the plasma cells). There was nothing to be done for the Multiple Myeloma, and the MDS was untreatable until it progressed to full blown Leukaemia. Having lost a brother to cancer only a few years ago, FIL made it abundantly clear to everyone that he wished to forgo any chemo & radiation treatments after seeing what his brother went through.
Part of having MDS is being anaemic, which is ironic seeing as how all of his kids have Haemochromatosis which they got from him, and requiring regular blood transfusions, which for him was fortnightly. It also meant regular blood tests for cross matching, copies of which were sent to his specialist 'blood dude' in Coffs Harbour.
It was after one of those routine tests that the blood dude rang and said he wanted to see FIL straight away. Or sooner.
We went straight up, took FIL to see the blood dude, where he was told that the MDS had progressed and he now had Leukaemia. The type that he had developed, we were told, has a very rapid progression, and as FIL had made it clear there was to be no medical intervention, the end would come quickly. He was given 2 - 3 weeks.
That was on a Monday.
We went home the next day to attend to a few matters that had to be done in person, and left again on the Thursday morning.
That morning, an hour after we left home, my dear FIL passed away peacefully at home, just as he wanted, only 3 days after his diagnosis.
|Peter Lynton Ellis 1934 - 2013|
People came from everywhere to pay their respects to this quiet man, the church was packed - standing room only!
The house was packed to the rafters - 17 people (14 adults & 3 kids) sleeping on every available surface at one point, and I'd never seen so many dirty dishes and wet towels in my life!
As at all family gatherings, there were tears and laughter, there was conflict and there was harmony, we reminisced and stories were told. Like the one about MIL setting her cap at FIL back in the day, and sending her 6 year old cousin out in the snow, across the paddocks to tell future FIL to come over and see her! Classic!! We all cracked up, but she says she can't remember doing it... likely story.
Then, as quickly as they had all descended upon the farm, they were gone... the sudden quiet was overwhelmingly deafening...