Early January I got ill, chest infection, flu, and couldn't manage care for husband diagnosed with Alzheimer's six years earlier - always managed up till now. He was declining, could no longer feed himself, going downhill but we were still coping. Lovely daughter arranged respite care via social services from beginning of February. For the last two weeks I've recovered and am now visiting hospital 20 miles away daily whilst husband is on fast track end of life NHS continuing healthcare, as they look for a suitable nursing home.
I find it extraordinary how fast this has happened, he refused food or drink in respite care home, then had a seizure and was ambulanced into hospital. Pulled drip out, aggressive, distressed. I feel so guilty that I couldn't keep caring for him.
Is this what happens? Suddenly everything changes? I watch him disappear daily. The hardest thing is that I had reached the end of my tether, many, many years of unhappy marriage and wish to escape, Alzheimers taking over and my wish for it all to be somehow taken away from me, and now it seems to be happening, I feel terrible.
I find it extraordinary how fast this has happened, he refused food or drink in respite care home, then had a seizure and was ambulanced into hospital. Pulled drip out, aggressive, distressed. I feel so guilty that I couldn't keep caring for him.
Is this what happens? Suddenly everything changes? I watch him disappear daily. The hardest thing is that I had reached the end of my tether, many, many years of unhappy marriage and wish to escape, Alzheimers taking over and my wish for it all to be somehow taken away from me, and now it seems to be happening, I feel terrible.