Just returned from my daily 2 1/2 - 3 hourly visit to care home where Frank has now resided for fourteen months. He had just finished breakfast so we had a cup of tea together, then went to his room where I gave his teeth second clean of the day, after reading the paper together we found our way to the garden where we enjoyed the sunshine. This is the fourth year since diagnosis, he is 90 and seems to go from strength to strength. I struggle to understand what he says to me but he still talks as much as ever! and confined to the wheelchair. This is not the ideal situation for us, but the daily time we have together is quality time, enjoyed by both of us. The decision was made for me for Frank to go to care home by the hospital. He was in such a poor way and I really thought I would never see him out of bed again. It is not always idyllic but at least I know he has good care and staff are always friendly and take the best care of him.