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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 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....
Sally -
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...
Sally -
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...
Sally -
November 16, 2015
Very very occasionally, there are magic moments when patient care and every aspect of domesticity all 'come together'. The kitchen is squeaking with cleanly pride, windows gleam, freshly arranged flowers adorn every room, and the water in the vases hasn't...
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November 16, 2015
In my simplistic, layman's mind, I visualise my husband’s particular, mixed dementia as a huge, underground labyrinth of long, dark, mysterious, twisting tunnels. This disturbs me greatly, particularly perhaps because I am severely claustrophobic. When Robert wanders off into the...
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November 16, 2015
Each year, on the eve of my birthday, some very dear and thoughtful friends arrive. We go through the rather moving charade of my leaving them in the bedroom, whilst I busy myself in the kitchen. They produce, for Robert,...
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November 10, 2015
Many of us might dream of a magic potion which would enable us to slough off a great chunk of years, maybe even return us to our youth. Don't worry! If you have the misfortune to suffer memory loss, confusion, dementia,...
Sally -
November 10, 2015
Before we married, WB [husband] lived at home with his widowed mother, the most delightful mother in law one could wish for, superbly old fashioned, and a slave to routines. You know the scene, Monday is laundry, Tuesday scrub the...
Sally -
November 10, 2015
Many years ago, before we had any idea of what our own fate might be, we were slightly acquainted with a man and his wife, a very quiet couple, who regularly attended the same church as us. We began to...
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November 10, 2015
I rang the Doctor's surgery as Wriggly Bum shows signs of another Squamous Cell Carcinoma. Dr . SG himself came, in his irritatingly flash car (down girl, no need to get bitchy!). This is the second time he has visited,...
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