Wednesday Sep. 9th

Picked K up at 7:00 and drove her to "Meir". This time drove right back, performed some domestic chores like hanging up the washing to dry and planning shopping list fir mum. I then went shopping, and from the supermarket went over to deliver the groceries as well as keep mum company and cook (actually re-heat everything but the pasta) some lunch. At 14:00 we both set off to Meir, I went to see the doctors while mum went to dad's bedside. K reports that he ate some breakfast, but I never got to hear about lunch (now prescribed "blender meal"). When I ask mum later she mutters: "I don't understand a word she says". Her resentment of K is now nakedly apparent. While we are already contemplating mum's need for a carer once dad's gone, it's clear that it's unlikely to be K. Frankly I doubt K would even jump at the prospect of caring for an impossibly difficult woman. Indeed I don't know the woman cut out for the job even exists.
Dad was given a sponge bath in bed today. So far he's been asleep or too weak to signal anything to us. They really want to discharge him tomorrow after a skin specialist saw him. I basically was given the same explanation Adi related to me last night. It's a "rare type" of skin cancer, diagnosed by a "reputable" oncologist. It's at a very advanced stage and beyond help. I am only waiting for an interim report to fax to the residence for the house doctor's attention. We have already alerted them to the possible arrival tomorrow, pending successful hospital discharge.
Now back at Lea Towers, my niece Adi has ordered some sushi and dim sum (Yeah, I know). I've dropped mum off at the residence, after a silent car trip from the hospital. I can only imagine what goes through her mind at the moment.
Other bit of news: Lea and Nir have brought forward their return from New York to Thursday 17:00. The flip side of it is I am ejected from their en-suite bedroom, as I expect they will selfishly want to sleep there. As it will be a full house, and the formerly available computer basement now has the biggest treadmill that ever graced a home (really useful as an additional clothes hanging device), I am exiled to the living room sofa. It's me and you babe (by which I mean Nala, the ugliest mongrel you ever saw). Sababa, as they say in Israel.