Sunday

Mixed emotions today. Colin has been into the Phillipshill Ward. This is good news as they obviously feel that he is well enough to not need intensive care anymore, but scary. Very Scary.

He will no longer have the one to one care that he has grown to depend on. Therefore he has entered the world of rehabilitation.

He is in the respiratory care ward. Six people all battling to return to the real world. A buzzer placed under his pillow to attract the nurses. Will they come? Only time will tell! A question that went through my mind as they explained to him the technique. I was reluctant to leave. Louise and I had read him the papers, told him the stories from her nursery nativity play. Massaged and manipulated limbs and fingers, but eventually we had to leave him to his new regime. I don't know who was more scared, me or him. I was not leaving him in the individual care of Gavin, Cameron, Yvonne or many of the nurses we had grown to know and depend on over the weeks. No, now he was a small fish in a big bowl.

Louise and I drove home, and both shed a tear. A large Range Rover passed me and memories of Colin in his beloved machine came to mind. But Colin was never just a machine person, he is my husband, my girls Dad and he is still here. So Range Rovers are in the past and surviving is the future, and I wouldn't have it any other way.