We are up and ready to go - our plan is to leave home before 9am! With the trailer on the car we begin to load the Christmas presents in... I really do feel like Santa this year - we even have our own sleigh!
I am so pleased to be underway and the car has an air of excitement! Half way through the drive Martin's phone rings. I still find myself doing an internal backflip when I hear it ring. I ask him not to put it on loud speaker, even though he is driving, I don't want to know! Unfortunately he isn't able to do that and I hear the beginning of the voicemail - it is Palliative Care. I start to fan myself for some air flow. Martin quickly disconnects the call. I cry. Kids laughing in the background. I eventually manage to ask Martin why they keep calling him - it is not the first time they have called. I do not understand what they want! Palliative care is for dying people - not people who are driving their families to Toowoomba to celebrate Christmas.
Once we are on top of the mountain I can feel myself beginning to feel safe. I am with my sister, in the place that has always been filled with happiness, away from doctors and hospitals and it is the day before Christmas! I race off to do some food shopping. I am finally going to cook some of our traditional Christmas treats!
While I am cooking, I ask Martin to call Palliative Care and ask them why they keep calling him. Apparently they offer other services - like driving you to places, in home support, cooking etc., we actually manage to have a laugh and think about making the most of the situation and getting them to cook our meals and do a spot of cleaning for us!
Everyone is content. I spend the evening wrapping presents and filling stockings. There is yummy food piling up. Carols playing. It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas! It has taken a while to get to that point this year, but I am happy that we got there at all!!
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