Thinking of you, all the best, I can relate.
Thank you, much appreciated. I'm now sitting in a room at the Stamford at Sydney airport, having a much-needed cup of tea -I received A phone call from my brother just before we reached Perth airport, he was in tears (which is something that NEVER happens) and saying that Mum was now unresponsive, so of course I was extremely distressed during check-in and the flight. Whilst the check-in experience was definitely less than stellar with an older lady who seemed to be on her first day on the job, she constantly had to get help with everything from the other staff member at the Priority check-in desks and didn't seem to know how to go through the process at all - I could barely even think straight so having to practically help her myself with every step of checking me in was the last thing I needed (Mr Jurahn had to take over), and then a very long wait for my bag in SYD as it wasn't tagged priority (which didn't even occur to me at the time) but the VA flight attendants in J were faultless, couldn't have asked for better.
They constantly checked on me, brought me chocolate, cups of tea, bottles of water, and provided lots of hugs and comfort as well. I was absolutely staggered when two different crew members told me they were on their days off after the flight and offered to drive me straight down to the south coast tonight. I was absolutely overwhelmed by their kindness and such a generous offer - it's not as if it's a short trip, 4-5 hours down the (horror or horrors) Princes Highway, which is a b*tch of a drive at the best of times. I declined with grateful thanks, as I'd already booked the rental car for pickup tomorrow (and managed to completely stuff up the pick up time I selected, so had to go to the Thrifty counter (in the multi-storey unfortunately) to fix that before tomorrow. The female crew member caught up with me at the baggage carousel and insisted that they were more than happy to get in the car right now and drive me there, and such kindness just sent me off into floods of tears again. She gave me more hugs and her mobile number and said to call her if there was anything at all I needed. I will be writing to VA to commend the crew members, that was going way above and beyond the call of duty.
I rang the hospital when I got to the Stamford - mum is still unresponsive, heavily sedated and unfortunately has the terrible breathing "rattle" that people at end-stage often develop, which of course is extremely upsetting for Dad, as he (like many people) tends to think of the "movie-type" life endings where it's all calm and peaceful and someone just slips away quietly. The reality is often very different and can be pretty bloody awful. It doesn't help of course that Dad is in denial about Mum's condition (and has been for some time about her health in general) and isn't happy when there's any reference to palliative care, which is what they've commenced for Mum now. I don't know whether I'll get there in time, will just have to see what tomorrow brings.
Sorry to go so OT, I'm sitting here desperately tired but wondering if I'll sleep at all, so keep trying to do things to distract myself. Time for a bath I think and then at least try to sleep.