We put my hubby into a care facility today. He was teary eyed going to bed at home last night knowing it's possibly his last night ever spent here. I too had a big cry before I went to sleep. I know it's better for both of us. It was hard to admitt to myself that I cannot provide the care he needs. I felt bad taking him in there in the shape he is in... black and blue hips, legs, arm and hands. His one elbow has several sutures in it (hit it on the counter on the way to the floor). I don't know where all the marks came from, but many of them were falls when I was here, so who knows what happened when he was alone. I completely understand that he woud prefer to be home, I likely would too. I don't actually feel guilty as I thought I may, but that could still come. I just feel sooo sad. This disease just takes and takes and takes. It takes from it's victims, their families, and caregivers. I have heard good things about this facility, it's only temporary (30 km or 35km away) until they can place him in the continuing care in our town. My heart feels heavy, and I'm sure his does too. It's been a hard day, I'm sure there will be more!