just wrote up the diary entry for today:
Easter Sunday. Quiet on the roads to and from the care home. Hot day.
These days, Jan holds her neck stiffly back as she lies on the mattress. Her face is very lop-sided, with her tongue seeming to be causing her problems. It is really heartbreaking and there is nothing I can do to help her.
I try sitting her up against me, but she quickly tries to get back down into a reclining position. Then she tries to turn over to get up and she ends up face down on the mattress. She can no longer get to her knees even part way, even with help from me. She shows no recognition of me, or of anything that I do, that I can understand.
Easter Sunday. Quiet on the roads to and from the care home. Hot day.
These days, Jan holds her neck stiffly back as she lies on the mattress. Her face is very lop-sided, with her tongue seeming to be causing her problems. It is really heartbreaking and there is nothing I can do to help her.
I try sitting her up against me, but she quickly tries to get back down into a reclining position. Then she tries to turn over to get up and she ends up face down on the mattress. She can no longer get to her knees even part way, even with help from me. She shows no recognition of me, or of anything that I do, that I can understand.