Little space for those who may have slightly squeamish tummies - rather icky imagery coming up.
The nurse refuses to show anyone what Nanna's leg looks like now. When asked for a description the reply was simply that it "looks like a kid's ice-lolly that has melted inside the wrapper".
Anyone with a good imagination probably has a rather horrid image in their head now - um, sorry.
Apparently the smell is unbearable. My aunt's friends can smell it on my aunt's clothes when she goes to work. Magaret isn't sleeping much, terrified. My other aunts are there day and night to help. Apparently Nanna has had so much morphine now that she's losing her mind a little now. She keeps telling them not to wander off or go very far, as though they were just small children again. It's odd to think of that once-proud and strong woman reduced to that. You wouldn't keep a dog like that. They should probably take the chance at the amputation. this may sound horrid, but even if it fails and the operation kills her, isn't that better than letting her rot like this?
I'll probably update more tomorrow.