Hi. I am a full time carer for my husband who has a rare form of demetia: I wrote this this week after I went out for lunch with some wonderful friends for lunch at our local garden centre. Hope you enjoy it.
I had a lovely day today:
I went out with friends.
We went out for brunch,
which turned into lunch.
We talked of music and theatre and holiday times;
of being ‘filled with the spirit’,
and shopping on line.
We only touched on the problems related to care:
broken nights; infections
, the need for patience and of it feeling unfair.
Today I was ‘me’, not the carer, who leaves her dreams at the door,
as I care for the lovely man that I married
who’s mind is now damaged and has come to the fore.
To process information, he finds very hard.
To ensure what I am feeling
doesn’t get in the way,
I’ve just had to learn
the right things to say.
When I’m out with my friends I don’t have to think what to say.
Which is why I had
such a lovely day today.