Three weeks ago My hubby Vic was again in the hospital due to seizures. He also had a temperature of over 40 as he had inhaled and yet again had pneumonia. He tested negative for covid three times so was put onto an ordinary ward. I was told that he could come home once a care package was in place. That night the whole family was advised to go in as he was critical after more seizures, we have been here many times now. The fear that it's the end and the hope that it isn't. He still fought on though and survived the night. He went on to have more seizures over the next few days. That was 9 days ago. Today a doctor rang me and bless her talked to me for an hour. She told me that his swallowing reflex had become very poor and they were putting him onto liquid food. His mental state has begun to reach his physical state now. They are going to get him home when he is stable so that he can spend his last weeks with me. This has been a long journey for us both and I don't want to lose him but he is exhausted, mentally and physically, and says that he has had enough. I knew that one day this had to happen but at 73 we thought we had a good few years left together. Bless all of you for what you are going through. No one else can possibly understand the long, slow death that vascular dementia is.