When a parent is ill, if you don’t live locally, it’s difficult to know how to divide your time.
I spent most of January with Mum, coming back to London for the weekends,
but every time I left, I wondered if it would be for the last time.
Because The Brainy One works for himself and his business is traditionally quiet in January,
he was able to hold the fort at home while I was 250 miles away.
But it wasn’t easy by any stretch of the imagination,
and it was hard on The Boy Child.
I spent the weekends listening to him tell me that he hated me
and that I should just go back to Granny.
Over this last fortnight, I’ve thought about whether I should have done things differently,
and the answer is no.
I put The Boy Child and The Brainy One first throughout December, as per Mum’s wishes,
and I believe that I made the best decision about January, based on the information available
from family members and the doctors and nurses caring for Mum.
Doesn’t stop me feeling guilty about whether I could have handled the situation differently.