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Without any previous experience or training, I took on the role of Carer for my husband, Robert (sometimes affectionately referred to as Wriggle Bum or 'WB'), in May 2011, when he was discharged from hospital, after spending 4 months in the Stroke Unit.His many physical problems continue, with the added increase of his various types of dementia.He continues to be a joy. I continue to be blessed
Sally -
November 17, 2015
Today is our wedding anniversary. My Husband does not know, and for that I am glad. If he knew, he would be devastated at not having bought and written a card. No-one ever chose cards quite like he did. In...
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November 17, 2015
What saddens me most about my husband's incapacity is his loss and deprivation of the things which he enjoyed, and which brought him such pleasure, and enriched his life. He can no longer hold, let alone read and understand, his...
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November 17, 2015
As it is not easy to get out for any length of time, I now do most of my non-food shopping on line. Generally speaking, this works very well, and I have mostly good experiences. Yesterday I sent for a...
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November 17, 2015
Whilst on my quest for seeking nursing homes which would offer both respite care, and an acceptable standard of care, I visited a place which I will call the Lawns, though it is nothing like that. The Lawns was housed in a...
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November 17, 2015
The district nurse came today whilst it was all action stations, so once she had attended to Robert's foot, I invited her to sit and write up her notes at the table in the kitchen, so that ablutions could continue...
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November 17, 2015
I was enjoying that blissful time at dawn, when the birds have had to get up for choir practice, whilst you have the luxury of lying in for a bit longer. My reverie was shattered by Robert, who reserves most...
Sally -
November 17, 2015
Without any previous experience or training, I took on the role of Carer for my husband in May 2011, when he was discharged from hospital, after spending 4 months in the Stroke Unit. Ten years earlier he had had 3...
Sally -
November 16, 2015
A young neighbour, mother of two pre-school children, said to me “Sally, you are always smiling. I just don't know how you do it!” Well, neither do I actually. But I'm a carer. It's what you are supposed to do....
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November 16, 2015
When I first embarked on my role of carer, any help I had with WB's care was that which I bought from various care agencies, because that was the only way I knew. In all, I got through about half...
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November 16, 2015
As often as the round the clock care for my bed bound husband allows, I try to visit my elder brother, who is in a residential care home. On my last visit I asked him if he would like me...
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