My wife has been in a CH. for over a year. I have never got used to it, and neither has she. I know that AD. means that you lose them a bit at a time, I have accepted that, not much alternative. I have only been too glad to hold tight to, and enjoy what was still there. Visiting each day usually made it just about bearable.
But now,they have had D&V.(diarrhoea and vomiting), no visitors allowed for over a week. I ring up each morning only to be told “Still no visitors”. To-day, I thought, the hell with it, I’ll go anyway, but I was turned away at the door. They can’t give me any idea how long this will go on.
She will imagine I have abandoned her.
I shouldn’t have allowed myself to be persuaded to put her in the CH.
Can somebody tell me, if they have been through this, how long it can last?
This complete separation is an unwelcome new experience for me on top of all the others this disease puts on us. I find I have too few reserves left to cope very well with the emptiness of my flat and my life. At our age (80’s), and with this disease, we don’t have many days left when we can still be together. Each day apart is a day gone and wasted.
I posted a poem some days back, called Retribution. Because it was so bleak, I apologised for doing so, but that is how it is.
It’s an ill wind that blows no good. I know I have to find a way to deal with all the complications and look after her at home.
I apologise to those who have lost their partners and are reading this, it must seem a very small thing by comparison.
But now,they have had D&V.(diarrhoea and vomiting), no visitors allowed for over a week. I ring up each morning only to be told “Still no visitors”. To-day, I thought, the hell with it, I’ll go anyway, but I was turned away at the door. They can’t give me any idea how long this will go on.
She will imagine I have abandoned her.
I shouldn’t have allowed myself to be persuaded to put her in the CH.
Can somebody tell me, if they have been through this, how long it can last?
This complete separation is an unwelcome new experience for me on top of all the others this disease puts on us. I find I have too few reserves left to cope very well with the emptiness of my flat and my life. At our age (80’s), and with this disease, we don’t have many days left when we can still be together. Each day apart is a day gone and wasted.
I posted a poem some days back, called Retribution. Because it was so bleak, I apologised for doing so, but that is how it is.
It’s an ill wind that blows no good. I know I have to find a way to deal with all the complications and look after her at home.
I apologise to those who have lost their partners and are reading this, it must seem a very small thing by comparison.