My dear old mum has had good mobility - gets about with a walking stick - up to the last week, when she started having dizzy spells. This morning the CH staff found her on the floor beside her bed - cue a trip to hospital and the dreaded diagnosis of a broken hip. She's due to go for surgery tomorrow. I can't fault the medical care today; she's on a ward specialising in the elderly with broken hips and she's been seen by both the consultant orthopaedic surgeon and the geriatric consultant. They are confident that providing she gets through the op they can get her back to her previous level of mobility. It's getting through the op that is the problem. Mum apparently is bradycardic and has a slight chest infection, which stack the odds against her but there seems to be no choice if she is to have any quality of life. When I left I told her I'd see her tomorrow but I can't help thinking I might never actually see her again.