I remember when I first joined this forum as patient a few years years ago, I distinctly remember some of the veterans warning me that I might become unnerved about some the posts I might read. I gave those concerned my assurances that I was pretty thick skinned and my goal was to learn how to be a better patient as my disease progressed. Life has a funny way of happening as you go about making plans and you never know what it has in store for you. As someone who is cared for 3 hrs. a day by a couple of wonderful PSWs, I never imagined to find myself thrust into the role as caregiver and the cared for. I've experienced the same situations many of you have shared here... and then some. I did this out of the deepest love and respect for my wife Trish - there was no greater honour. I learned more about patience and humility in the past three months than in any other time. But heaven could see she was tired, it knocked on our door and she answered. Peace... perfect peace my princess until such time we will continue our fairy tale.