You know... you lot that have "been here"... I find it so bittersweet, on the one hand its been more help to me than you can ever imagine... on the other, its just so tragic that what we';re going through is not unusual.
Just on the wheelchair thang.. my dad had no such qualms ( wasn't cancer he had though, but a degenerative condition that meant he totally lost his mobility towards the end) .. he revelled in the wheelchair lark, cause it got him out of the house .. and us into embarrassing situations ! He'd get shoved around the supermarket Father Jack-ing it up, pointing at things and shouting "Tea!!" "Butter!" "Drrrrrink!!!" etc just to watch me squirm 
Just on the wheelchair thang.. my dad had no such qualms ( wasn't cancer he had though, but a degenerative condition that meant he totally lost his mobility towards the end) .. he revelled in the wheelchair lark, cause it got him out of the house .. and us into embarrassing situations ! He'd get shoved around the supermarket Father Jack-ing it up, pointing at things and shouting "Tea!!" "Butter!" "Drrrrrink!!!" etc just to watch me squirm
That's how i want to grow old!!!
He also had an electric wheelchair for around the house. Moving up to that house soon, and my current job is filling in the divots he took out of the skirting boards with that! 
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I can relate to your dad, Slinki!
My mate is lethal on her scooter. Too often she's 3 sheets to the wind and ends up taking chunks out of the walls, rips the skirting to shreads and is like a one woman wrecking machine. Her homes are falling down around her ears. 
She's coming over to mine tomorrow 
Just on the wheelchair thang.. my dad had no such qualms ( wasn't cancer he had though, but a degenerative condition that meant he totally lost his mobility towards the end) .. he revelled in the wheelchair lark, cause it got him out of the house .. and us into embarrassing situations ! He'd get shoved around the supermarket Father Jack-ing it up, pointing at things and shouting "Tea!!" "Butter!" "Drrrrrink!!!" etc just to watch me squirm
That's how i want to grow old!!!
He loved it! I'd be trying to transfer him out the chair into the car and he'd be shouting " Help!! Help!! Phone Social Work!!" ! 
Just on the wheelchair thang.. my dad had no such qualms ( wasn't cancer he had though, but a degenerative condition that meant he totally lost his mobility towards the end) .. he revelled in the wheelchair lark, cause it got him out of the house .. and us into embarrassing situations ! He'd get shoved around the supermarket Father Jack-ing it up, pointing at things and shouting "Tea!!" "Butter!" "Drrrrrink!!!" etc just to watch me squirm
That's how i want to grow old!!!
He loved it! I'd be trying to transfer him out the chair into the car and he'd be shouting " Help!! Help!! Phone Social Work!!" !
Oh dear im proper lol'ing on my own here! 
I can relate to your dad, Slinki!
My mate is lethal on her scooter. Too often she's 3 sheets to the wind and ends up taking chunks out of the walls, rips the skirting to shreads and is like a one woman wrecking machine. Her homes are falling down around her ears.
She's coming over to mine tomorrow
Hahah!! get your shinpads out!
Just on the wheelchair thang.. my dad had no such qualms ( wasn't cancer he had though, but a degenerative condition that meant he totally lost his mobility towards the end) .. he revelled in the wheelchair lark, cause it got him out of the house .. and us into embarrassing situations ! He'd get shoved around the supermarket Father Jack-ing it up, pointing at things and shouting "Tea!!" "Butter!" "Drrrrrink!!!" etc just to watch me squirm
My Dad would be the same... he doesn't give a crap about what people think about him...
I think its just one step too far for my Mum to handle.. she decided she would not get upset about the moon face, about the hair loss, about the weight gain (though she;s still tiny, only with a little tummy on her now)... all these things are big deals for Mum and its amazed me that she';s managed to not let them get her down...
the stair lift was a biggie.. in the end we only convinced her to let my Dad get it sorted by saying to her "if you are sprinting up & down stairs in 3 months time.. then it'll be the bestest waste of money ever.. PLUS Dad does have a dodgy knee... he may well be needing one anyway in the coming years"
She's coming over to mine tomorrow
Your dad sounds ace Slinki
He was Proper full of mischief Even right at the end, he couldn't speak, but had the nurses in stitches with the hammed-up facial expressions .. they said it all
Just on the wheelchair thang.. my dad had no such qualms ( wasn't cancer he had though, but a degenerative condition that meant he totally lost his mobility towards the end) .. he revelled in the wheelchair lark, cause it got him out of the house .. and us into embarrassing situations ! He'd get shoved around the supermarket Father Jack-ing it up, pointing at things and shouting "Tea!!" "Butter!" "Drrrrrink!!!" etc just to watch me squirm
My Dad would be the same... he doesn't give a crap about what people think about him...
I think its just one step too far for my Mum to handle.. she decided she would not get upset about the moon face, about the hair loss, about the weight gain (though she;s still tiny, only with a little tummy on her now)... all these things are big deals for Mum and its amazed me that she';s managed to not let them get her down...
the stair lift was a biggie.. in the end we only convinced her to let my Dad get it sorted by saying to her "if you are sprinting up & down stairs in 3 months time.. then it'll be the bestest waste of money ever.. PLUS Dad does have a dodgy knee... he may well be needing one anyway in the coming years"
Good tactics!
woops.. quotetastic, sorry!
Yep, your mum's had a hell of a lot to deal with Ditty, I think it's lovely that you're sensitive enough to know when some things are a big(ger) deal to her.
Dad called his his chairlift Had visions of him getting it up the stairs and ski-ing back down them
Yep, your mum's had a hell of a lot to deal with Ditty, I think it's lovely that you're sensitive enough to know when some things are a big(ger) deal to her.
Slinks, your dad.... Just how a dad should be
Yep, your mum's had a hell of a lot to deal with Ditty, I think it's lovely that you're sensitive enough to know when some things are a big(ger) deal to her.
well... its just that I can't stand to see her cry Cos... .
Dad called his his chairlift Had visions of him getting it up the stairs and ski-ing back down them
I keep calling it that too
Slinks, your dad.... Just how a dad should be
He was a brilliant man. I was very lucky.
Dad called his his chairlift Had visions of him getting it up the stairs and ski-ing back down them
I keep calling it that too
hahah!! Keep on calling it that! Turn up one day in salopettes and ascend ! x
Yep, your mum's had a hell of a lot to deal with Ditty, I think it's lovely that you're sensitive enough to know when some things are a big(ger) deal to her.
well... its just that I can't stand to see her cry Cos... .
That 'n all, darlin
I'm late into this thread, but ditty, you're mum should not have to resort to a wheelchair before she actually needs it and then only if she wants it. Blue badge is hard to get unless you have disability allowance. I'd percevere, say you're mum is using a stick, get a photo and send the form off anyway. The ppl I've seen with a blue badge who shouldn't have it it maddening.
You know... you lot that have "been here"... I find it so bittersweet, on the one hand its been more help to me than you can ever imagine... on the other, its just so tragic that what we';re going through is not unusual.
I can't bloody wait to hear what your Christmas pressie is
You know... you lot that have "been here"... I find it so bittersweet, on the one hand its been more help to me than you can ever imagine... on the other, its just so tragic that what we';re going through is not unusual.
I can't bloody wait to hear what your Christmas pressie is
I can only imagine.... without Ditty to 'advise' lmao
You know... you lot that have "been here"... I find it so bittersweet, on the one hand its been more help to me than you can ever imagine... on the other, its just so tragic that what we';re going through is not unusual.
I can't bloody wait to hear what your Christmas pressie is
What d'you reckon it might be?
I'm thinking maybe a balaclava ?
Just on the wheelchair thang.. my dad had no such qualms ( wasn't cancer he had though, but a degenerative condition that meant he totally lost his mobility towards the end) .. he revelled in the wheelchair lark, cause it got him out of the house .. and us into embarrassing situations ! He'd get shoved around the supermarket Father Jack-ing it up, pointing at things and shouting "Tea!!" "Butter!" "Drrrrrink!!!" etc just to watch me squirm
That's how i want to grow old!!!
He loved it! I'd be trying to transfer him out the chair into the car and he'd be shouting " Help!! Help!! Phone Social Work!!" !
Brilliant, love it Nothing like a sense of humour to get you through shit
like this Slinki?
The very one! !!
hahahah!! !
In all honesty...
I always get the crap pressies anyway (my husband & kids got me a bleeding apple peeler for my birthday!!!!)
It can't be any worse than the christmas when I was 19, newly single (& heartbroken)... and my parents bought me a power shower, and my brother got me a shower curtain, and my Nana got me the curtain poles & rings, and from the dog I got a shower mat!
I was a bit crap at doing the "look grateful" face then though... twas even funnier cos on my way back to my flat I stopped to pick up my mate who had had xmas at her parents, she came storming out of her house, face like thunder, clutching her pressie - a casserole dish
This year its just going to make me laugh... the weirder the better I say!
I had planned to treat her to pair of Ugg boots to keep her feet warm, and something she could slip on without having to bend down... but she can't get any of them on, even 2 sizes too big, cos her feet are so swollen.
She can get my old ones on though (I've had them 3 years now) as I have broken them in... their not ideal as they are the tall classic ones, not as easy to get on as the short ones, BUT, unless we find something else on Sunday I will be giving her my Uggs..
Those of you that I have talked to about my Uggs will know just how much I must love my Muvva
like this Slinki?
I love all of that... apart from the udder on the chin!
I love that as well!
I have no aversion to a bit of tacky christmas crap
I think its just one step too far for my Mum to handle.. she decided she would not get upset about the moon face, about the hair loss, about the weight gain (though she;s still tiny, only with a little tummy on her now)... all these things are big deals for Mum and its amazed me that she';s managed to not let them get her down...
the stair lift was a biggie.. in the end we only convinced her to let my Dad get it sorted by saying to her "if you are sprinting up & down stairs in 3 months time.. then it'll be the bestest waste of money ever.. PLUS Dad does have a dodgy knee... he may well be needing one anyway in the coming years"
Ditty I vividly remember the first time we ever got my mum in a wheelchair was when we all went down to Cornwall for our last family hol together, and she only finally agreed 'cos we were many, many miles away from home where no-one she knew would see her. We saw a 'new to us' store: Fat Face and my mum, who had always been slim until the steroids etc. just pointed at it and said "that's me" 
