30th July 2015
With a husband who was 53 and fit, I had no idea that eight months after my beloved father died, I would become a carer again. My father had suffered from Parkinsons, and when he died aged 89 needed full time care, with respite care from the family at the weekends, but was still able to walk around the house. When Andrew, my husband, first suffered a massive stroke in January 2013, it looked at first as though he may not pull through, and even if he did, it was unlikely he would ever walk again.
The shock to the whole family was immense.