I have spoken about my friend Christine in the Not Cheerful thread but thought a follow up would be better away from that and in a place where people could choose to avoid if they so wished.
Yesterday, for the first time in 3 weeks, I was allowed by her elder brother Steven, who appears to be here now for the remainder of Christine’s life as he does not have a job in England, unlike her other relatives who have been operating the relay of carers.
I am not sure whether it has been Christine’s choice or Steven’s protective instinct which has made so many proposed visits to be cancelled. But I do believe that, from the tone of his messages to me, her mental state has seriously deteriorated. This was confirmed in my mind after my short, almost completely silent, stay there yesterday.
I had decided to turn up outside unannounced and then to ring Steven from the car but, in the event, saw him sitting on the windowsill on the pavement in front of the house. He stood up, shook hands and offered me a place beside him and we chatted for a while. Shortly he stood up and said he would go and see if she was awake or not and then perhaps I could go in and sit on the armchair not far from the bed. I did just that and he left me alone there silently watching as she slept. He returned a couple of times silently and finally she opened her eyes and gestured to the trolley beside her. He gave her a drink of water and replaced it while offering her a cloth to dry her lips with. All their communication was with hand gestures which they both seemed to understand, there were no words spoken.
He left us again after whispering something to me which I could not hear. At that point her eyes moved round and, on seeing and recognising me, held up her hand in greeting. I murmured very softly ‘long time no see’ and she nodded slightly without speaking.
I had been there 10 minutes and was thinking it was time to go when Steven returned and they exchanged more hand signals. Finally she pointed to me and then held both hands out and turned the palms upwards. Steven then did the same to me but turned his hands and pushed them away forward. He said ‘I think that is time to go’ so I stood up and smiled at Christine, mouthing ‘see you soon’ as I did so. She nodded slightly.
I had not been in that position before, close company with someone so afflicted so was not sure what to make of it all. Perhaps I will see if I try to repeat on my way to kine this afternoon. I had wondered about her possible mental failure a while ago when Steven, after hearing from me of my last visit, when Christine and I had spoken quietly while I sat on the bed holding her hand, told me firmly ‘no holding of hands, no-one is allowed to touch her, not even me, only her daughter Jenny’. He went on to say that he had had to intervene physically when her friend Janet had tried to hold her hand.
I may have to take him to Perigueux before the end of the month for his visa renewal but the situation is such that he might not need it. I can understand her complete exhaustion every afternoon after being taken from her bed and made to do all the things that the numerous health visitors had had to do. Understand it because, although very gentle, she was one of them doing just that to my Fran a couple of years ago. If it was me in her place, I would be fervently wishing not to wake again after dropping off to sleep.
No idea if I will ever see her again, but I will make the effort this afternoon. 3pm walk Jules, 4pm arrive at Christine’s, 5pm back to the, friendly, torture chamber. ![]()