No, just have to plod on as best we can. We have some reprieve now while my father’s in hospital, and it really doesn’t look as if he’ll be coming home, so we have another set of worries, but less of the actual caring to deal with ourselves (although my mother is the one who’s been taking care of all the things you have been doing for your father).

We’re home now, but I expect to be going back within a week to meet with social workers, visit nursing homes…

The thing at the moment is spending hours sitting in little plastic chairs by the hospital bed when he rarely wakes enough to know you’re there.

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