My lovely husband died at 21.25 on Monday, 29 August.
It was all very sudden. When I arrived at the nursing home in the morning Michael was struggling to breathe. He did seem to improve a bit and we spent the morning enjoying the sunshine in the garden with our Chorkie, Tilly. Michael had his lunch outside too although he didn't really eat anything. When I left I had a feeling that something was going to happen and in the evening I had a call from the nurse to say that Michael's condition had worsened and did I want her to call the ooh dr - I said yes, although there was a dnr in place. I immediately called my daughter who was on her way back with her family from a seaside break and some way away. During the call another call came through and M' s condition had worsened very rapidly and I needed to get there asap. I tried to get a taxi but there was none available - called on a neighbour to ask if she knew of any other taxis and sh got her daughter and daughter in law to run me to the home. Another kind neighbour took in our little dog for the night. Amazing how kind people are when there is a crisis - I will be eternally grateful.
Unfortunately I was too late and Michael couldn't wait. My daughter arrived just a little while later and we stayed for quie some time to say our goodbyes and wait for the undertaker.
Nobody expected M to leave us so quickly. I miss him so terribly. He had only been diagnosed with the dreaded PSP in 2012 - previously Parkinson's. PSP is really bloody horrible!
Love to you all