I Love You Mum, RIP

I’ve not blogged for a few months, as early in November my Mum was admitted into hospital. Having had numerous tests, including CT & MRI scans it was discovered she had multiple tumours (3) on the righthand hemisphere of her brain. Despite all these scans the primary source of cancer was never found.

An operation was scheduled to perform a biospy so as to determine whether said tumours were malignant or not. However 5 days later on the day of the operation a group of Doctors & Surgeons decided, almost at last minute, that the risks involved were too high and therefore entered my Mum into radio therapy treatment.

Unknown to me, this meant her having to be transferred to another local hospital for radiotherapy, however this was not relayed to me, and despite me being the immediate next of kin no one had the decency of informing me of this. It wasn’t till the following day during visiting hours that I found this out as she wasn’t in the ward I’d expected!

During my Mums short stay in hospital, I bore the brunt of some misdirected family tensions (of which the dynamics are complicated, nor am I prepared to blog about). Needless to say I have been on a fast roller coaster ride of emotions, and despite seeing my Mum at rest and having organised her funeral, clearing her home and attending to her financial affairs I still cannot believe she has left this mortal world.

I have a myraid of questions to be answered about my Mums condition from a number sources, but mostly from her GP who dismissed her numerous previous health complaints. I feel cheated and angry with the so called NHS “wellfare system”, as they showed no “wellfare” to my Mum whatsoever! I have initiated and entered into a complaints procedure not for financial gain but for answers.

Losing any member of ones family is tragic & upsetting, but losing ones Mum is the most heart renching to experinece, afterall if it wasn’t for our Mum’s none of us would be here. I’m slowly getting back into the swing of things, although some days I don’t feel too good and withdraw into myself and tend not to leave sanctuary of my home.

Mum, I love you, and you will always be in my thoughts and never forgotten. Rest In Peace.

Chavs, Halloween & Bonfire Night

Yesterday evening (Halloween), I spotted a group of 15 youths in their mid teens parading down the street I live. As it’s close to Guy Fawkes/Bonfire Night (Remember, remember the 5th of November, gunpowder, treason & plot) these youths found it amusing and entertaining to throw banger fireworks at peoples property and even at passing motorists, along with the usual shouting and general loutish behavour that ensues.

Eventually they got closer and as sods law would have it, they decided to stop and congregate right outside of my property, and proceeded to bang on my windows. They even caused damage to an outside exhaust vent by shoving a live firework in it! With this I immediately contacted the police in a hope they would attend and put a stop to it, maybe even caution or arrest them.

During my call to the police I was asked the usual questions, my name, address, date of birth, but then I was asked my employment status. What the hell has my employment status got to do with it!? Did the police arrive? No! All I got was just a statistical crime number 601.

I have a myriad of words I could use to describe these youths, all derogatory such as; plebs, louts, plonkers… and some which are far harsher and expletive – therefore unmentionable here. The one word that I can use to describe them is “Chavs” and YES, some of them was wearing tracksuits, burberry & bling which this stereotypical caricature is so apt.