Thank you,
@carolynp and
@canary
It’s such a steep learning curve. Sometimes I feel it can’t get any worse, but I know from other posts that it can and will get much much worse. Then the memory team nurse visits and he chatters, answers questions, and I look at him and think what is going on. He will remember someone’s name from a tv programme that I can’t. Then he doesn’t remember what he and I do at least 8 times a day when changing his Incontinence pads. I have to tell him every step of the process, every time, every couple of hours, but he can’t think it through. I have to do it because he just can’t work it out.
I’m so busy looking after him that it’s like I’m not important any more.
What sort of existence is it? It’s an existence that cares and loves my husband. But it’s so hard.
Gosh, I miss my Mom, I wish she was here to make me better. I wish there was someone to make me better....
but I know I will get up tomorrow and it will all start again.
Sorry I’m such a misery, I think I need a cat to cuddle xx