It's all happening so quickly now: Tony is deteriorating fast, so tomorrow he is moving into the local hospice. He had thought at one time that he'd prefer to stay at home, and we know the hospice service would have provided extra care to support this, but he's now changed his mind, and we are both happy with this decision.
Tony has very little mobility now; he can't bathe or shower, can't really get in and out of the house without a lot of kerfuffle, can't get out of bed until I pull him, can't get in the car ..... practical measures have helped a bit with some of this but it's all a struggle and a worry. His pain is manageable, but he is totally weak and helpless. What they can't help us with is his mental weariness and vagueness, and his increasing detachment from life, which is so painful to witness. In many ways I am missing him already.
So today I have been sorting out the stuff he'll need to take with him, and tomorrow morning an ambulance will take him away for ever from this house where we've been so happy. Both our daughters have managed to clear their diaries and are coming to stay for a few days, which will be a great support. It all seems quite unreal.
The hospice is a lovely place - we have been to visit and we both know he'll be well cared for.
Glen and other women who have been through this will understand when I say I feel I am now experiencing a gradual onset of widowhood, with tomorrow being a big step in the process.
Marje