Hospital as a way of life
In the bed next to My Loved One, in the peaceful Lewisham Hospital top floor ward overlooking leafy Ladywell Fields, is a...
In the bed next to My Loved One, in the peaceful Lewisham Hospital top floor ward overlooking leafy Ladywell Fields, is a...
He was 73 when he went into hospital and now, two weeks on, he is 74. Not a great age by 21st...
Well our life has suddenly changed gear and I have no idea whether it’s temporary, or in any sense, permanent. My Loved...
My Loved One can no longer manage the stairs. In fact trying to climb them, whoever is behind him helping, has become...
When I’m trying to assess – or get my head round – the helter-skelter speed of My Loved One’s decline, few things...
This is not a cri de coeur. It’s an observation. I am wryly (grimly) amused to discover over the last week or...
Many women despair over snoring husbands. It leads to anguish, anger and separate bedrooms. Not me. The excellent news is that My...
Snippets and crumbs For as long as I can remember, my father, Nick, was intensely (OCD) ordered. He used to, for example,...