Hi everyone,
My husband is still in a care home but during the last 10 months he has lost a huge amount of weight, and is now unable to walk as his muscle wastage prevents this.
There have been several stays in hospital and two occasions when we thought he was on his last legs. A bit like being on a roller coaster. Just to complicate things I was given a terminal diagnosis in February and have been undergoing palliative chemotherapy since that time. Of course it means I can't visit every day like I did which is hard as one son lives in Australia and the other lives an hours drive away.
I can only visit for a few days each two weeks when my immunity has built back up. My husband still knows me although he doesn't always communicate, being reduced to one word answers , then at other times he can make sentences.
I sit looking at him wondering what goes on in his head. We haven't told him of my illness as we felt there was no point in stressing him out. I have no idea if he has guessed or not but he must feel like he has been abandoned.
What a mess we are in.
At least I can look back on the lovely times we had together and think about all the places we were lucky enough to visit. I just wish my sons didn't have to be burdened by both parents having become incapacitated.
I have accepted my diagnosis , and manage to get on with life in a fashion. I am very fortunate to have some very very good friends who are so supportive.
My husband is still in a care home but during the last 10 months he has lost a huge amount of weight, and is now unable to walk as his muscle wastage prevents this.
There have been several stays in hospital and two occasions when we thought he was on his last legs. A bit like being on a roller coaster. Just to complicate things I was given a terminal diagnosis in February and have been undergoing palliative chemotherapy since that time. Of course it means I can't visit every day like I did which is hard as one son lives in Australia and the other lives an hours drive away.
I can only visit for a few days each two weeks when my immunity has built back up. My husband still knows me although he doesn't always communicate, being reduced to one word answers , then at other times he can make sentences.
I sit looking at him wondering what goes on in his head. We haven't told him of my illness as we felt there was no point in stressing him out. I have no idea if he has guessed or not but he must feel like he has been abandoned.
What a mess we are in.
At least I can look back on the lovely times we had together and think about all the places we were lucky enough to visit. I just wish my sons didn't have to be burdened by both parents having become incapacitated.
I have accepted my diagnosis , and manage to get on with life in a fashion. I am very fortunate to have some very very good friends who are so supportive.