I’m not one for fancy hats or, even worse, fascinators. Surely the only fascinating thing about a fascinator is why you’d want to stick one on your head at such an awkward angle in the first place?Read More
Most carers want the best for their loved one; that goes without saying. But wanting the best for the person you care for, and knowing how to provide it, isn’t necessarily the same thing.Read More
I’ve just read an interesting article in my Dad’s The Pensioner magazine (and yes, the fact that I find interesting reading material in a magazine for retirees is a little worrying).Read More
It’s now more than four years since I moved back to Dad’s house to help look after him.
Wow. Time sure flies.Read More
When people think of what it takes to be a family carer, it’s usually personal qualities that spring to mind, such as patience, empathy or kindness.
But there’s another less obvious skill that’s equally necessary.Read More
It’s amazing how quickly a day can go pear-shaped, as what I’d hope to achieve evaporates in the face of unplanned events.Read More
The first time my we left my father at a care home for a week of respite, I went home and cried.
Damn that respite guilt.Read More
At the latest meeting of our local Carers’ Support Group we were joined by a new member who is caring for someone with dementia. As we talked, it became clear that they were struggling.Read More
We’re lucky. Really lucky. We have a wonderful local carer (take a bow Lorna!) who comes in every weekday morning to get Dad breakfasted, washed, dressed and up and about. Dad enjoys her company and it’s time out for me. Winners all round.Read More
I really don’t want to count up just how much money it’s cost me to be a full-time carer. If you add the money I’ve taken out of my cash savings to potential lost earnings in the last four years, you are easily talking around £45,000 - £50,000 and frankly, that’s being conservative.Read More