Last Friday my husband had to go into care because he has vascular dementia. I always knew it would be hard but never imagined it could be this difficult, it didn’t help when my daughter and I went into his room, it smelled of urine, the bed and bedding wasn’t very clean, and there was someone’s dirty smelly clothes in the drawers, I desperately wanted to turn round and take him home, but I was advised that I could make him worse.
We rang the social worker and demanded that he find somewhere better, to cut a long story short, on Tuesday my husband was able to go to a lovely home, which is much better, I took him there on Tuesday and saw him get settled, I have also went to see him in the afternoon with our new rescue dog which he hadn’t seen and he was so calm with her, yesterday when I took the dog again he was more unsettled and the dog sensed this and couldn’t rest, I only stopped for an hour, which upset me him and me. Last night he was very restless, this morning he just wants to fight anyone who goes near him, staff think it could be an infection, or the moves that have upset him, so I was advised not to visit today. To say that I have cried a lot is an understatement, I am an emotional wreck, my daughter had to go back to Scotland as she is due to start treatment after having breast cancer, sorry for the long story but it’s the hardest decision I have ever made. I miss him so much and I feel guilty, could I have done more , should I have tried harder to deal with his illness and keep him home longer.
We rang the social worker and demanded that he find somewhere better, to cut a long story short, on Tuesday my husband was able to go to a lovely home, which is much better, I took him there on Tuesday and saw him get settled, I have also went to see him in the afternoon with our new rescue dog which he hadn’t seen and he was so calm with her, yesterday when I took the dog again he was more unsettled and the dog sensed this and couldn’t rest, I only stopped for an hour, which upset me him and me. Last night he was very restless, this morning he just wants to fight anyone who goes near him, staff think it could be an infection, or the moves that have upset him, so I was advised not to visit today. To say that I have cried a lot is an understatement, I am an emotional wreck, my daughter had to go back to Scotland as she is due to start treatment after having breast cancer, sorry for the long story but it’s the hardest decision I have ever made. I miss him so much and I feel guilty, could I have done more , should I have tried harder to deal with his illness and keep him home longer.