Yes folks, you read it here first, she has risen again.
My neighbour P, the very ill one whose cat I have been feeding for the last four days, is back from the dead.
Well, almost dead.
I've been doing this on and off for quite a while now, and in the last fortnight, she's been taken to hospital three times, each time returning after a day or two, (she signs herself out against Doctor's wishes as soon as she is able) only to collapse again and be found by one of her carers, who then calls for an ambulance. Paramedics arrive first and get her stabilised and cleaned up, then she is loaded onto a stretcher and driven away.
So, last Monday I arrived home, washed my face and hands, had a cup of coffee, and heard noises coming through from the back porch. I looked out and saw the ambulance, so kept watching. Eventually they wheeled her out, tense and unable to move, face in a grimace, extremely white/grey skin. I swear she was two heartbeats away from dying.
This time she was kept in hospital longer than usual and I've expected every day to hear that she has died.
This evening I wandered around to her front door to feed and pat the cat, only to be met by P.
Walking, a little unsteadily, but walking, barely talking, but managing to thank me and send me home. She even had a little colour in her cheeks, but that could have been makeup.
So now the game starts again. How long before she collapses? Will she survive another collapse?
Time will tell.