DH, aged 60, had a stroke yesterday. Fortunately I was with him and he was in hospital within the hour after it started. He’s had clot busting drugs but Covid rules apply and I haven’t been able to be with him.
I’m an HCP so I went into professional mode. I woke up this morning and the enormity of it all has just hit me.
DS17 has been brilliant but it’s just one more shit thing for him to cope with.
DH is retired so at least I don’t have to inform anyone. I work 2 days a week so can cope with all the extra jobs but I am still recovering from breast cancer.
It just seems to be relentless. Fortunately money is not a problem but I have been lying in bed going over how many changes we are going to have to make to our lives.
You just don’t realise just how much of a team you are until one member goes down.
The breast cancer was so much easier to deal with.
DH is fiercely independent, I can’t even start to think about the practicalities. I’ve just been out to put something in the recycling bin and realised that we will need a ramp. The list is going to be endless.
I just feel like running away.