It is 4 weeks now since my laddo came home. He is still lying in a darkened room and not interacting much but accepts the carers and isn't abusive with me any more - so long as I don't 'push' him too hard. He is cooperative at getting up time and loves to be tucked up in bed by the time the sun goes down and isn't wandering or anything like that. We are almost upto three solid meals a day, 2000 calories and 1.5 litres of drink which is such a huge improvement on when he was in hopsital. He seems content and nothing seems to trouble him at all. My word should I be counting my blessings! But I keep being overtaken by feelings of great sadness. I don't know if I thought some magic wand would cast a spell as soon as he came home from hospital and that everything would suddenly by put right again. The problem is mine not his. Whilst he lies on his bed, content but no longer able to remember the person he was, I can and that hurts so much. Yesterday it was my birthday (and thank you Alzheimer's Society for my birthday message) and I asked him if he knew it was my birthday and he replied 'No' and said nothing else. The person he was would never have left a 'Happy Birthday' go unsaid. But, he did give me a great birthday present. He drank from a glass for the first time and not through a straw. So I must count my blessings because there are so many - if only the tears wouldn't get in the way.
Love from Sammyb
Love from Sammyb