We have had a pretty grueling couple of weeks, and then to top it, Betty got chickenpox on her birthday.
Tom and I were at the end of our tether, and with me only having the use of one hand, and no family around to help out, we were finding things pretty tough; there have been arguments, tears, sleepless nights, and much angst. But my mum, who has very limited mobility and often tells me that she feels utterly helpless when she sees us struggling, well and truly saved us from going insane.
She may not have the strength to walk unaided, or cook, or drive, but my goodness she is worth her weight in gold. She has been sitting with a very unwell and ailing Betty for the last three days solid (night-times included), rubbing her back, reading her stories, cuddling her, and being unbelievably patient and calm with her. Betty and her granny have a very special bond, and care deeply about each other.
I cannot thank my mum enough for all she has done; she is utterly selfless, and generous, and kind. She is an amazing mum and granny, and I love her very much.