Lost in Time

Having a terminal illness certainly leads to a steady stream of visitors.
By 10:30 this morning we had seen three carers who hoisted Mr P out of bed into a chair (six weeks ago he lost the use of his arm and leg on the right side ) then a a district nurse followed by a palliative care nurse and doctor from the local hospice.
All lovely people, all helping us.
But it was good to see Nick call round with no other agenda than to have a coffee and a pastry with Mr P  ( who still has a good appetite) and for them to play a game of backgammon.

Gave me the chance to have a quick walk in the biting cold wind, only for thirty minutes but still very welcome.
Went to the old mill on the edge of the village, currently derelict but earmarked for renovation when it is made into apartments.
Lots to photograph here and l expect l will be returning when l can over the next few weeks.
Started with the clock which was quite high up but luckily there was an iron fire escape next to it so l could get nearer.

Back home to get us some lunch then help two different carers get Mr P back into bed.
Another good friend has came round this afternoon for an hour and now Mr P is having a sleep.
Rebecca will call after school and she takes a sample of her dad’s blood as one of the drugs he is taking can have the side effect of diabetes. She is much better at that job than me.
We then move Mr P into a different position so he is more comfortable, to say he is half paralysed he certainly moves down the bed a lot.
He is not in any pain.
Then this evening two more  carers will call if l need them but most nights l can manage on my own so l phone the agency to cancel that visit.
Then at 10:00pm a Marie Curie nurse will sit with Mr P while l go upstairs to sleep until my alarm wakes me up at 6:30 am and l take over.
And that’s Wednesday.

Thank you for the awards for yesterday, l don’t have time to reply individually at the moment but l am looking at all your journals as often as l can x