I’d just like to thank everyone for their kind words and comments on yesterday’s blog post. I was deeply touched seeing the support and love which was so freely and generously offered. I visited Andy at the hospital today intending to tell him, but he was sleeping so I didn’t stay long. He’s suffering from another infection and they’ve put him on oxygen to help him breathe.
He’s not at death’s door. The inevitable is not imminent, but he’s very weak and frail now. His dementia is continuing its unstoppable progression, and sadly it seems to be progressing more rapidly than we had hoped. When he was diagnosed the doctor said that half the patients who receive a diagnosis of vascular dementia survive longer than five years after they start to show symptoms. So you hope that your loved one will be amongst that 50% and not the 50% who don’t survive five years. Andy has been showing symptoms for two to three years now, and sadly it looks like he’s going to be amongst the 50% who don’t make it five years. But where there is life there is hope, and we can only hope that his condition stabilises. He’s in good hands, and the staff at Lightburn Hospital are very caring and supportive.
Most of the time I cope, but sometimes the enormity of what is happening falls on you like the Carntyne rain – and you are suddenly overcome by it all. That’s what happened yesterday, and I got a bit emotional about it. After writing yesterday’s post I wasn’t at all sure whether to publish it, but I am glad I did. Your words have helped more than you can imagine. And it helped me to get my feelings out. You can’t bottle these things up inside. Thank you all for listening.
An old friend of Andy’s is coming from London tomorrow to see him and I hope that will perk him up a bit. I need to take a bit of time for myself and Andy now, to try and get back on an even emotional keel, so won’t be posting anything else for a couple of days. I plan to write a piece following the ‘Great Darling Arse on a Plate Debate’ so will try and publish a new piece on Wednesday.
The Dug, you’ll be pleased to know, is as happy as ever. He’s snoring on the sofa without a care in the world.