So angry
A page in the diary "the carer got sick - no help for them"
Written by Faye Thursday, 3 September 2009 00:21
well now we have a definate diagnosis, it really has hit me. I am so angry all the time, just suxs, realising that not much can be done, and knowing that my beloved Jim is no longer with me, instead this horrible illness that has snatched him away,our dreams for the future, at a time when I feel least ready to handle it. Nothing prepares you, I cannot imagine how I will be able to look after him, I cannot imagine him not being able to be there with me, and the person that was my my rock willnow gradually become my leech sapping my strength, dreams. plans and hopes for the future from not only me but our children and grandchildren.
This slow incideous living death that drains and sucks the life force from its victims and those who love them. I pray each night for the strength and committment that will be required of me, and am frightened I may fail, as I am somewhere with some-one I don't want to be, this is my life now, for how long I do not know,selfish and guilty I feel that these feeling overwhelm me on a daily basis, we , the partners the family are never ready to deal with this draining disease that gives no hope, just keeps taking........