Today my daughter and grandchildren went back home to their place.
She is still very unwell and trying her very best.
I live not far away and the kids know they can call me if something doesn’t feel right.
I’ll still go over after work and help where I can, make sure things are okay.
I am feeling a little gutted about it all.
Not dramatic.
Not falling apart.
Just sad and tired in that quiet way carers become tired.
Trying to keep life moving forward.
I keep hoping the next medication eventually helps her find her way back to herself.
The system is a slow process, waiting for an appointment.
We will see how things are travelling over the next few weeks.
Until then, we just keep going.
The Lady in the Back Row 