In
my notes to date I’ve only mentioned Jean briefly—my carer. I’d say, it’s been
harder for Jean to “get her head round” my illness than it’s been for me.
Having our minds set on “winding down” to our retirement with a wee bit of money
put aside for “rainy days” (an expression used to cope moneywise with the
unforeseen items) and the occasional holiday etc.: we thought ourselves very
lucky.
But
as previously quoted “what’s in front of you won’t go past you”.
I
suppose 2006 was the worst for both Jean and I with losing both speech and
mobility virtually at the same time.
Lack
of mobility I found frustrating, but manageable, loss of speech however, was
very difficult in the early stages as I was still trying to come to terms with
my lack of communication. This lead to
the occasional “tiff”. My means of disapproval with Jean at this time was eye
contact — (I’m sure Jean would say my eyes conveyed in some instance much more
than ever words could say).
My
present quality of life however, would fall far short if it were not for Jean’s
support and unfailing attention when needed. Although still fanatically
independent at this time, there are procedures that I cannot do and that’s where
Jean steps in to help.
In
the past three years Jean has not “had her sorrows to seek regarding her
health” whilst on the other hand my last appointment with my GP with a
medical complaint was March 2007. Since then it’s been on a “feel fine basis”
and annual pill review with bloods taken to confirm that prescribed medication
is having no ill effects.
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