My late mother, Bunny, looked after my late father with much compassion and love when he was diagnosed with a tumour behind his eye. And when he subsequently lost same very quickly – a major shock for a master carpenter who had great perception of detail – she needed to become carer, doctor and motivator very quickly and did so with confidence, love and aplomb.
Both, however, were from a generation where the wife was given the finances for the week by the husband and often needed to be imaginative and then even more imaginative to survive. She told us this story with much laughter.
Having needed quickly to learn how to remove the false eye, clean the socket thoroughly and then replace the eye in the correct manner (think a contact lens in the wrong position), going to their bedroom one night weeks after the operation, she found my father fast asleep and took the opportunity to attempt to relieve him of £5 from his wallet to augment the weekly finances, when he rolled over in the bed and looked straight at her.
She saw him staring and commented, “You’ve caught me red handed!” He didn’t reply. And then she said, “Stop with the silent treatment; I needed the money to pay for…” Still no comment. Then she finally realised that he was still asleep and his eyelid had flicked open over his new false eye and he in fact hadn’t seen anything. Having received such a fright, she told us that she promptly relieved him of a £10 note instead of the original £5 note planned. And he was never the wiser… (written by Myles).