I've not posted for some time as I've been very unwell, plus I feel there is so little for me to contribute. Shortly it will be three and a half years since my wife Jean passed away in body. As I reflect on our final years I can say that I have only one regret and that is to have put her in a Nursing Home for a while when I did not believe I could support her at home. Now I read a lot about being a carer: I'd like to know how one defines a carer? I've always considered myself as a husband. Though I spent up to 9 hours a day with her in the NH, I had ceased to be her full time carer; though I fed her and changed her pads. The happiest period was when I removed her from the 'Home'; stopped all medication and told everyone to go away and leave us alone. When I first took her home I went on the internet for the first time, looking for anyone one that had decided to go it alone. It was in the hope of sharing information. It was a US site I found, and was informed that what I was attempting was impossible. None the less when I explained that I was managing on my own I was invited to share our story. This I did and passed on countless tips on every aspect of Alzheimer's I learned. Though Jean was incapable of speech or movement I thank God for the almost five final years we shared as one. As for communicating; 'yeses' and 'nos' were with a kiss. A response to my kiss on the lips was a 'yes' and 'no' was met with a negative return kiss. How lucky am I not to learn that I had gastric cancer till after her life? I have a lot to be thankful for as she inspired me with her love. That word I'd never known the meaning of till I met her. So I leave you with my favorite song: "Always look on the bright side of life."