I Just had 2 phone calls, back to back, and I’m in bits… :’(
One was from the Wheelchair Hub saying literally: “Sorry your Mother is dead. I’m calling to arrange the collection of her Wheelchair for disposal - is tomorrow morning alright?”. I said no. I told her I was using it, which is true, I do use it, and need to hang on to it for the time being. She said that I am not allowed to use it as it is my Mother’s and assigned to her only. She said that I needed to be referred by the GP, to them, and there is currently a 28 week waiting list for assessment, and a futher 8 week wait for a Chair Fitting Appointment. I said honestly, my GP refuses to even acknowledge my health issues, that had to be diagnosed by Private Doctors, and it’s worse since I was discharged for being “Fat, Old, and Frumpy” in just 6 minutes, by a lead Consultant, without tests or examination! … I asked her if I could keep the Wheelchair, or buy it off them, for the cost of a brand new chair. They said no, even though, she confirmed, it’s going to landfill! … I cried. She said she’d email me the forms for collection. It hurts. She died on Thursday 21st January 2021 at 2:32pm in my Arms. Her Funeral is on Tuesday 23rd March 2021, so she’s not even gone, gone, yet.
That Wheelchair is bound with memories of my Mother. I know it’s silly, but I have nothing physical of her left. Just that chair, that makes me smile. And just as it gave her life, and freedom, it gives me the same, on days I can’t walk… and yet, they are simply going to send it to the Rubbish Tip, not even accept payment so they can buy a new one for their stock. … I’m hurting so deeply :’(
The other call was from a Care Agency that the Council signed us up to in 2019. They left a box of small sized, disposable gloves, and a thin covered, plastic folder. They want those back… both will be binned too - but those I was fine with, they just been sitting in our Hallway. Can’t see the point, of the cost to send someone to collect and bin them - but whatever.
I’m so upset about Mother’s Wheelchair, though. I know it’s dramatic, but I feel like the Hospital stole her Mouth and her Ears (they lost her Dentures and her Hearing Aids and refused to acknowledge/replace them, because it wasn’t recorded in their paperwork that she had them with her!, and I couldn’t afford over £1000 to replace them), then the Nursing Home lost all but one item of her clothes, and stole her Eyes (they lost her Glasses)… and now, the NHS are taking her legs/mobility. … And yes - I know how absolutely ridiculous it all sounds, as she’s gone - she has no need for these things… but they were all a part of her… and now, it’s all been/being taken, and just thrown away. Maybe its why I despise the Cremation side of her Funeral, so much. I feel literally sick at the thought of it.
I can’t rely on my memories, as my stupid Brain is so broken, with my trauma triggered Amnesia (I had Surgery had went wrong, so part of my Brain just “shut up shop” and left!), and just like other photos we have in files and albums, there comes a time - especially when I haven’t seen them in a long time, where even if I’m in them, I feel no connection with them - often not even recognising myself in them, any more than someone flicking through a random magazine, connects with 99% of the images within it.
I’m so upset right now. It literally feels like everyone is trying to erase her from my life. She is even being cremated, and she wanted her ashes to be scattered in a particular place, miles from home, in a location I’ll not be able to get to, without assistance, if I needed to be near her. … I just NEED “them” all to just stop! I want something to keep her memory alive for me… just something of her’s physically, to say everything she/we went through together - good and bad - in better times - happened. … but it just seems like, nobody is letting me have that, or have the things that matter to me, personally - for whatever reason - to keep sacred. There will simply be nothing left to say she was ever here.
I’m so devastated right now… :’(