The last six months:
I can hardly believe it is almost six months since my dear Lionel went into the care home.
Looking back over my notes on him, as he will have his review soon, it has become very apparent how his condition has changed.
First month was unsettled, but why not, as he had to adapt to a new home, with me just visiting.
Next three months were pretty good, had some really lovely times together. Last six/eight weeks he has gone so downhill.
His mobility has deteriorated to such an extent that he can no longer stand, even assisted . Difficulties in transference from armchair to wheelchair means that he can no longer be taken out of his room. He shouts obscenities at his carers when ever they try any form of personal care, and all care has to be done either on his bed, or on the floor. He resists the hoist. He now has to be fed with everything, although his appetite is good. Does he know me? I don’t think so, but at least he likes what he sees.
Writing this down has clarified what in my heart I know. What now, only time will tell. How much time…………….please let me have lots more. I cannot think of my life without him,
I have ordered him a new type of armchair, to enable him to sit more comfortably, without sliding forward or being strapped in. It is on wheels, somaybe we shall be able to get out in the gardens again. It seems like only yesterday that I posted a pic. of him outdoors, and a lovely one of us both on Valentines day.
Makes me even more determined to treasure every single chance.
I can hardly believe it is almost six months since my dear Lionel went into the care home.
Looking back over my notes on him, as he will have his review soon, it has become very apparent how his condition has changed.
First month was unsettled, but why not, as he had to adapt to a new home, with me just visiting.
Next three months were pretty good, had some really lovely times together. Last six/eight weeks he has gone so downhill.
His mobility has deteriorated to such an extent that he can no longer stand, even assisted . Difficulties in transference from armchair to wheelchair means that he can no longer be taken out of his room. He shouts obscenities at his carers when ever they try any form of personal care, and all care has to be done either on his bed, or on the floor. He resists the hoist. He now has to be fed with everything, although his appetite is good. Does he know me? I don’t think so, but at least he likes what he sees.
Writing this down has clarified what in my heart I know. What now, only time will tell. How much time…………….please let me have lots more. I cannot think of my life without him,
I have ordered him a new type of armchair, to enable him to sit more comfortably, without sliding forward or being strapped in. It is on wheels, somaybe we shall be able to get out in the gardens again. It seems like only yesterday that I posted a pic. of him outdoors, and a lovely one of us both on Valentines day.
Makes me even more determined to treasure every single chance.