My mother suffered an explosive brain aneurysm (aka brain haemorrhage) a couple of years ago. She survived (much to the surprise of the doctors) but she is not the woman she once was.
On the night of her haemorrhage, several hours after the haemorrhage, I had a conversation with her which has stayed with me because it was so surreal!
Me: Hi mum, how are you feeling?
Me: (checking the extent of the brain damage): You know Mary is coming home?
Mum (recognising my sister’s name): Mary is coming home? Is she bringing the kids?
Me: (relieved that she knows who I am talking about): No
Mum (Disappointed): Oh!
So far so good, I try probing a little further, mentioning the name of a good friend of mine, living in London at this time.
Me: And Amanda is coming home next week
Mum: Little Amanda?
Mum: That’s nice.
Ok, so she knows my sister and a friend of mine – now to see how aware she is of her current situation
Me: Do you know what happened to you?
Me: You had a brain haemorrhage
Mum: Oh. That’s serious.
Me: Yes, that’s why mary is coming home
Mum: Mary is coming home? Is she bringing the kids?
Me: Uh oh!