Gathering some stuff together ready to head up to my parents’ tomorrow. I think it won’t be very much longer before my mother can’t manage to take care of my father at home.
She’s already on first name terms with the paramedics she has to call to lift him up if he falls somewhere too awkward for the lifting aids. She has to transfer him from chair to wheelchair — and he’s twice her weight, and she’s over 80. She has to wash him because he loses track of what he’s doing when he tries to do it himself. She has to shave him because he doesn’t have the motor control to do that, even with an electric razor. It’s not much fun.