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A rose by any other name

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Without any previous experience or training, I took on the role of Carer for my husband in May 2011, when he was discharged from hospital, after spending 4 months in the Stroke Unit.

Ten years earlier he had had 3 operations and seven and a half weeks of radiotherapy for a head cancer, followed 5 years later by the removal of a brain tumour. His cumulative problems, both physical and mental, were many. He is now hemiplegic, and can do little for himself.

After more than two years, I am still learning, discovering and devising new strategies with which to deal with the ever increasing challenges of caring for his many needs.

It is not an easy life, but for me, infinitely preferable to the Nursing Home alternative.  I feel privileged and blessed that I still have the stamina to have him with me at home.

After trying a variety of agencies, I now employ my own helpers, Lovely Lou and Megawatt Maggie. Between them, they help me for 14 or so hours a week, and on the other 154 hours I am on my own. We are a happy team.

I'm in my seventies, and my husband is in his eighties. Health professionals had grave doubts about my ability to cope. 

They forgot to factor in the power of love.



Now another 2 years on. I am still caring for Robert, at home, with the help of 2 wonderful ladies who do about 17 hours a week between them. Not using agencies means that it is difficult to arrange cover for me to get away, but the benefits far outweigh this disadvantage, as Robert is having the best possible quality of life.

His many physical problems continue, with the added increase of his various types of dementia.

He continues to be a joy. I continue to be blessed


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