Hello, Hodge - at least you now know you're not remotely alone, and that everyone on this Forum knows exactly what you mean about how you're feeling and your worries for the future. Receiving that diagnosis, even when you actually expect it, really is a bombshell. My mother was diagnosed in 2011, and whilst she retains her sense of humour and her comprehension of most things, her short term memory is diabolical, and she has become literally a shadow of her former self. However, this has not changed for four years now - her latest visit to the memory clinic for her annual review produced a report stating that there has been no significant deterioration, which is far better than my father, my sister and myself could have hoped for. Is your husband eligible to take any of the drugs which might delay the progression of AD? My mum takes Aricept, as she was diagnosed at a fairly early stage, so perhaps her lack of deterioration shows that these drugs can help. However upset/drained/worried you might feel at the moment, I know that you will cope - my father would not have anyone else looking after my mum, because he knows her best of all, and because he wants to do it. I don't doubt that this is how you feel about your husband. Call in all the help you can from your Council's adult services - you will find that he qualifies for quite a lot of things simply by virtue of his diagnosis. Ensure that you claim as many benefits as your husband is entitled to - the AS website is excellent for help in this regard. If it helps, my father never hesitates to take my mother anywhere (her mobility is not brilliant as she has osteoarthritis, and uses a wheelchair quite often), to meet people and enjoy herself. They play in a weekly pub quiz, and they volunteer at a local industrial museum three times a week, amongst other things. As a family, we've found that approaching the situation with a healthy sense of humour has helped enormously, because she's certainly not lost that ability! This past Sunday, I turned 50 and we all met up for a family meal. I asked her if she remembered how old I was, and she said, "25, isn't it?" which made my day in more ways than one!