It's my birthday today and I deliberately kept it out of the conversation because I quite expected my husband to forget.
He is deteriorating steadily and his days are contracting as his stamina is disappearing, his mobility is getting worse and he finds his head is more and more like a snow dome that's been shaken. He can't go out alone now and his phone ends up in the bin he gets so frustrated with it.
I didn't want him to be upset or embarrassed so I thought if I didn't say anything he'd be spared the distress.
Bless his heart. He contacted his daughter on the quiet and arranged with her help to have the most beautiful flowers delivered this morning. Then, at lunchtime we made our way into town slowly and he took me to a lovely lunch. Taxi home and he's fast asleep now. The memory of today out weighs all the frustrations, worries and distress that has gone before.
I'm so proud of him because of the enormous effort it must have taken.
NPH may be gradually taking him away but it hasn't beaten us yet.
