I had my 77th birthday this week, and my husband, Michael, to whom I had been married for 54 years, sadly died last month. He had just had his 90th birthday. When he was first diagnosed with Alzheimer's, (Which later became Mixed Vascular Dementia and Alzheimer's.) I promised both myself and Michael, that I would nurse him, at home, until the very end. Thank you Talking Point for leading me, gently, through the various stages, and making it possible for me to have a pretty good idea of what I might expect! I now get great comfort from knowing that I did manage to care for him for 9 years, until his death, at home. He was, as usual, still holding my hand. He knew who I was for most of the time, except when UTI's were affecting his poor mind; and we were able to sleep together, holding hands, until the last three days of his life, when a hospital bed was installed in our sitting room. Thanks to his Carers Allowance, I had very good support from a Carers Agency; and even had 3 hours, twice a week to get out to shop. I know from reading other posts that that is not always the case. A Councillor from Age Concern was of enormous help with claiming every allowance to which we were entitled. I cannot thank her enough. I know I was very lucky, but possibly it might encourage others to know that it can be done. Hugs to all T.P. members who are still struggling to care for those they love.