My husband was diagnosed with PSP over two years ago now but he had been ill for eight years before that. He is now in an excellent Care Home but although it means a 22 mile round trip three or four times a week, it was essential that we were convinced it was the right Care Home for him. This was the hardest decision of my life but having the paramedics out twice for me as my health was suffering meant there was no alternative. We already had night Carers but eventually coping 14 hours during the day by myself proved too much as he fell so often and we had frequent visits from paramedics to help get him up as he was too heavy for me.
My husband is getting excellent care with lovely, friendly, caring staff and the local Hospice are being so supportive visiting him and keeping a check on me too. He seems very settled and I enjoy our visits and feel more relaxed knowing he is safe as he now has two Carers every time he needs help moving anywhere.
My health is now much better and I recently held an Open Garden in aid of The Hospice raising over £2,000. This gave me motivation to do something useful and to come to terms with my life. We have always been a close couple and it’s very hard when you live apart. To start with, with the help of my children, we would bring him home at the weekend but we’re told it was unsettling him too much so now if there is a celebration we have it there with him.
It is taking a long while accepting the situation but I feel we are getting there, albeit slowly. I try not to think about where we are going. Taking it day by day is the only way for us as a family.