We travelled to Brompton Hospital this evening to see our Uncle. He was recovering from major heart surgery.
When you hear about someone in that situation but don't see them straight away your imagination takes over and you build a mental image of what to expect. Often it can be a bigger shock than what you had prepared for. When I saw him the day he had his heart attack I was stunned at how different he looked; tonight he looked somewhat better than I had envisioned. He was clearly very weak and emotional with it but there was something about him that put my mind at ease regarding his welfare. A couple of little wisecracks left me feeling that he was on the mend and the journey home was that bit more comfortable than the journey there.
The staff at the hospital seemed magnificent. Although a big party of us had appeared they were untroubled and quietly got on with their business of helping him recover whilst allowing us to speak with him. Our Aunt has been able to spend every day with him which I'm sure in the long run will help her by seeing a little progress each day.
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