Last evening I visited my husband at the nursing home. He had been put to bed at six o'clock. I arrived just after, later than usual.
He lay flat on the bed looking completely vacant. When I spoke and touched him
there was no recognition or response, no smile until I had been there a while, just the one short smile. (I had a round trip of 20miles for that, but worth it.)
He is still looking strong but cannot say or do anything except chew and swallow. Sometimes he can lift his hand to rub his nose or try to touch something I can't see.
Some of you may remember my few posts in the past over the nine years I looked after him at home.
Looking at him last evening made me feel so sad and wishing for his sake he could leave this world, because I know he would hate being like this,but I know his body is strong and he has a long time to go,(it might even be me that goes first, who knows.)
I hope you don't mind but I just wanted to write here where some of you might understand.
I have kept myself together mostly but today is a day of sadness,but next visit may have more smiles.
He lay flat on the bed looking completely vacant. When I spoke and touched him
there was no recognition or response, no smile until I had been there a while, just the one short smile. (I had a round trip of 20miles for that, but worth it.)
He is still looking strong but cannot say or do anything except chew and swallow. Sometimes he can lift his hand to rub his nose or try to touch something I can't see.
Some of you may remember my few posts in the past over the nine years I looked after him at home.
Looking at him last evening made me feel so sad and wishing for his sake he could leave this world, because I know he would hate being like this,but I know his body is strong and he has a long time to go,(it might even be me that goes first, who knows.)
I hope you don't mind but I just wanted to write here where some of you might understand.
I have kept myself together mostly but today is a day of sadness,but next visit may have more smiles.