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So pleased that your wife is being more welcoming to your visits. It must make you feel better On the subject of looking back at your "journey". I did that after my husband died. I knew times had been difficult but when I read all the letters I wrote on here, I made myself cry all over again. How I managed I don 't know. But it was what it was, and I am pleased that I did the best I could in every situation. It was the system that let us down sometimes. Good luck Al. Hope things continue to be better.xHi again. I had intended to post roughly once a month from here on in but I feel that there are a couple of things worth sharing. Yesterday, Saturday, I reluctantly went to visit the care home. I say reluctantly only because it has such a negative affect on not only me but also my wife So much so it's been putting me off going . But yesterday, although there Was The odd bit of shouting there was also a lot of laughter, she actually seemed to be enjoying my company. I managed to stay for well over an hour which is extremely unusual, it was a pleasure to be there. I only left as her late afternoon meal was served as I preferred her to eat it rather than me wear it. I heard later that she'd got upset after I'd gone, she'd actually wanted me to stay! My, how things change. If this continues I'll increase my visits, have we finally turned a corner? Or is it the medication or is this just another stage in the dementia journey? Who knows, it just shows, never give up.
The other thing I want to share is this. I've received a letter from the clinic inviting me and several others to go in later this month and share my experience of being a carer. How well the clinic did, what it got right and what it got wrong, where improvements could be made etc, etc. Initially I just thought OK, things worked out in the end everything went fine and dandy, what's to be critical about. Then I thought, why not read back from 2016 and see what it was really like. It's a condition of the human brain that cuts out the bad memories and only keeps the good ones. That's why when we remember those days of never ending sunshine of our childhoods. I'd forgotten all about the stresses and heartache of those earlier days. The promise of the sitting service, the admiral nurse visits, the nurse visits and then after an age the carer visits which were often stressful in themselves. I had really forgotten how bad things were. So I'll take some notes and collect some dates and tell them exactly how it was in those dark days.
It's the first time I'd referred back to those times and even though I'd written those posts I still found them a fascinating read. I was almost detached from them as if I was reading someone else's life. Sometimes I laughed sometimes I could have cried but how I got through those times I'll never know. Enough for now. I just might go back to visit again tomorrow, See if I can have a repeat of Saturdays visit So I'll say goodnight 'til next time. Al60 ish
You did manage to carry on Al, and now like you said in your earlier post - there's light at the end of the tunnel. It doesn't matter how much worse some people have it, it's a fact that it's hard on all of us. But it's posts like you are posting now that can help us all hope for that light at the end of the tunnel.How on earth do people manage to carry on. I thought I'd had it bad but stories like this really do bring it home that no matter how bad things are, there's always someone always worse off. I came away from that meeting with some very mixed emotions. Feeling so much better about myself and at the same time feeling absolutely helpless about the predicament of some of the others.