The day after we returned from Fernie, I took Martin's Grandad for cornea transplant surgery in Vancouver for 5 days. Martin's parents winter in Mexico, Martin's uncle had broken his ankle, and Martin was working for a friend in Vancouver. So it was just me left. Vancouver is about a 5 hour drive from Martin's grandparents one way and it was a long drive. Martin's grandparents are 90 years old. Grandad can't see well or hear, which is very frustrating for him. Nanny can't walk very far or for very long, and is losing her memory. Needless to say, it was a looooong week - for all of us, what with getting them around Vancouver's suburbs for different appointments each day. It didn't feel very much like my Birthday, but I did go out for ice cream to celebrate with my old Uni friend, Nadia, who I was staying with. The good thing is that Grandad's surgery went well and he is now able to see a bit better and is in a lot less pain.
I was not the only one to have a rough week - Martin was working 16 hour days doing labour work for a friend laying concrete and epoxy floorings. I don't know who had the worst week between us: him or me! * Mush
