My house repairs are on hold for a while ... my repair guy rang to say that he can't do any work for me for a while as he has to fly to Sydney and stay a few weeks to donate some stem cells for his nephew who has Leukemia ....
Oh boy, did that bring back memories :( Christie in hospital, then the picnic we had after she came out, with her beanie on cos her hair had gone, then back into hospital .... I remember one time I sat there for a couple of hours holding the oxygen mask so it didn't press quite so hard onto her face (it was positioned badly and, as they often do, wouldn't stay in a spot where it wasn't pressing onto her so hard). The last time I saw her in hospital, and how the person from her work (who was also visiting) must have thought I was crazy, talking to her even though she wasn't conscious/awake - I don't think she was just sleeping (they say hearing is the last sense to go, so I talked to her a fair bit). Then the funeral - first time I'd been to a 'viewing'. It was very strange, was as if it wasn't really Christie, as if that wasn't 'her'.
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