His pain levels spiralled out of control overnight. I called his doctor, then the hospital, then an ambulance. I write this sitting by his bedside, secure in the fact that his pain is at last controlled but it was so awful to go through; both fr him and for us.
He is already talking about coming home and mystepmama begged me not to let it happen, with tears in her eyes. I assured her that it was not happening and that if I had to be the bad guy in the equation, I would be. She has reached the end of her tether.
I haven’t talked to the doctor yet but am not leaving the hospital until I do. I want to know if (as I suspect) his aggression, irrational behaviour and flights of whimsy (he sings old music hall songs and meanders and doesn’t know where he is some of the time) is to do with brain secondaries. He has more pain,in more areas.
I am being strong but I cry a lot when I drive.