We went down to Margate again today to see Tigger’s father (I’ll call him Sidney). Yesterday they told us there were several things wrong and the outlook was bleak. Today, Sidney’s condition had improved slightly. The fever has abated somewhat and he was conscious for brief periods though hardly making sense. Occasionally he became agitated and then sank into repose again.
The man has a will to live but no one is prepared to give an optimistic prognosis at this stage. We will not go down again tomorrow unless Sidney’s condition deteriorates significantly.
Tigger and her siblings of course love their father and find the situation stressful. I have known him only for 3 years or so but am very fond of him. He has qualities I admire and a delightful sense of humour. It is painful to see him prostrate with an oxygen mask covering his face.
We have returned to London carrying that image with us but also the love we have for him.