I feel very fortunate that after a difficult week I have been able to bring Peter home , thinner, weaker and exhausted BUT HOME :). This fortunate feeling is touched with sadness as I am reading of other members who's loved ones have ended or are near the end of their journeys. these are members who have helped Peter and I along the way, We are privileged to have 'known them ' and although Peter and I have accepted that this is his journey home, we feel these losses of others keenly.
I left home aged 16 to start my nursing career and got used to living with other girls we would share each others bath water to save time when going out, wash each others hair and never locked or even shut doors. we wandered in and out chatting all the while.
Shortly after I met Peter he was staying with me and went to run a bath and I just continued as I had for years with the girls chatting to him and without thinking started washing his hair and back. he said " I wonder what my mates will say when I tell them Ive been bathed by a young nurse".
When I got him home yesterday I plonked him straight in a hot bath and gave him a good scrub . he said" this is one of the first things you ever did for me, and I bet it will be the last"
That started us mulling over those days :)
How we planned our future the big plans. Peter to start his own business buy a house have kids . it was all easy in theory. but we had a plan and fun trying, we picked ourselves up each time it all went wrong, and all to soon here we are. on the return journey.
We do not know how much longer this journey will be, we do not ask.
