It’s not as good as it looks. Elvon doesn’t know what hit him, where he is, or even who I am. He is terrified by everything and screams bloody murder when the staff come near him. They do, you know. They also take him for radiology, and he hollers, and I cringe and feel terrible. He cannot understand what happened, or even acknowledge that he hears you.
Susan drove down yesterday, and provided more support to me, than she could to him. We all try, the staff are great, but we are not getting through to him. It’s very hard to watch.
We are definitely not getting any respite. But he just woke up for a bit, and did know who I am. So things might be improving.