Make A Wish.

I was in the bath today, getting ready for work, when I looked at the words on the glass candle that Meghan bought and it said on the side of it, ‘Make a wish.’ It brought me right back to when I was young, in stories back then, it was three wishes.

I would think of three wishes, one of them I am sure was not to wear glasses, for as a child that was awful, for us kids who wore glasses, we would be teased. We were called, in a singing voice, “Four eyed Guinea pig, four eyed Guinea pig,” Over and over again, it was the worst thing that we could be called, I hated wearing glasses, back then there was only one style for a child.

So, that would have been one of my wishes, definitely! As I got into my teens my wishes would have been different again, passing exams, getting a job, and finding love.

After I got married, many years later, I remember when Paul and myself was in Italy, we made a wish, it was just the one, pain was deep, we didn’t need two nor did we need three, just the one, we put our money into the water fountain, almost like a last hope, trying everything, hoping for an answer. What else could be do? We had nothing to lose.

This morning, as I sat in the bath, for there is no time to relax as its in and out, but the little words made me stop and think. My lovely Mum is in hospital, and we didn’t know when she would be coming out, we all thought the longer she stays in, it is not good for her dementia, nor her health, we couldn’t see a way out, it seemed bleak, she would be only discharged when there was a bed at the rehab centre, to help with her walking again.

The Doctor had told us on Wednesday, “Your Mum will leave here, and go straight to the rehab centre,” Then later the same day, the Nurse had told my cousin who was with Mum, “She won’t now be discharged today, like you were told this morning, as there is a five-day waiting list.” Then hours later, my cousin was informed, “It will be nearer to ten days from now, and when your Auntie does go to the rehab centre, she will be sleeping there for two weeks.” That was a shock.

Then this morning the physiotherapist person, rang my brother and informed him, “Your Mum is now twenty in the queue.” Mum was now in a side room, so when she had no visitors, she stared at the four walls, all her food uneaten, and left there in front of her on the tray that goes over the bed, breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

My one wish was for Mum.

After I got out the bath, I prayed for her to be fast tracked, so she could get the help that she needed quickly. Last night I asked my brother, “How is Mum?” He replied, she is a bit shaky and slower to respond to my questions,” So in a week Mum had changed that much, in such a short time. I didn’t know how this was going to all pan out.

Then this evening when my brother William went to visit, he was told, “Your Mum is to be discharged today, the physio will be done at home.”

That was the best news ever, a two in one, Mum is home and the physio will be started on Monday.

Mum isn’t out of the woods yet, but she is out and her legs with be strengthened and her confidence built up again.

For my One Wish, I got Two results, no Three, for my other brother said on our group chat this evening, “I thought it would be the death of her staying in there.” So, did I.