It came to a point where Dad needed
an operation. It was the best way forward, and he felt that anything would be
in his best interest to reduce his pain and make a recovery. After being told
it would take place in the afternoon; he was finally wheeled downstairs into theatre
in the early evening. We grabbed some sandwiches and settled in for a long
night. After waiting in the entrance for a phone call; we decided to camp out
in the hallway of the wards and found some comfy chairs next to the lift.
Around 10pm I tried to convince Mum to go home and get some rest but she wanted
to stay put. I decided that the best thing for me to do was to take the last
train home and grab a quick nap; then Mum could call me to collect her when she
was ready.
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