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The joys of being a carer at a distance reached a new low this week.  I was standing in a hospital car park, bleeding and in pain.  As I got in the car my husband said, ‘The lady from the … Continue reading

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I have placed this entry under Nostalgia. The nostalgia I feel is for my life, as I have become a carer and my life is no longer my own. I have experience of the role of a carer; twenty five … Continue reading

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