Comment by Sam Cowley on February 23, 2012 at 12:15

A very powerful poem Deni.

Comment by Deni on February 23, 2012 at 13:49

Thank you Sam

Comment by Avril Pierssene on February 24, 2012 at 11:42

Dear Deni,

What a fantastic poem!  It really sums up what it's like to care for someone 24 hours a day and 7 days a week.  It's not like other, paid jobs, where you can get several hours off a day and take sick leave when you're not well.  You have to just get on with it however you feel.  And invariably you're too busy dealing with a situation to search for who to contact to get help or spend time on the phone.  And it's especially difficult when things go pearshaped at unsocial hours.  It's OK in a life-threatening situation where you can call 999 and get help, but invariably it's not that kind of emergency, and you're on your own dealing with it.  Well, well done to you and everyone else out there for whom this poem rang familiar bells as it were.  Have a hug, Avril

Comment by maria pannell on February 25, 2012 at 4:28

you hit the nail on the head..so relate to this...big time , thank you x 

Comment by Donna MT Blakeway on February 25, 2012 at 10:11

Hello Deni

This poem is lovely "feelings just as it is" I am sure there are hundreds who share what you feel your not alone, try and get someone in to help you at times like this their is lots of organisations out there, but then when we take on a caring role you feel that its only "your problem" and our pride gets in the way,ring you local Social Services or  crossroads,to see if they can help out

God bless Donna x   

Comment by Judith Jones on February 27, 2012 at 10:08

What a lovely poem- but all so very true

The day to day realities of being a full time carer!!!!!!

 

Comment by AUDREY SPEARING on February 28, 2012 at 21:25

  God Bless you lady and lots of hugs

Where is the help

where is all this money going

not to us

it goes on peeps who set up shop

and all they do is ?

Yes what do they do?

what can they do?

for ten years i nursed my husband

now i am free!

i have embraced the loss

I earned it

hour by hour like you i coped

My views on NHS is

Thanks i did with out you 

and i owe you nothing..

Lady your freedom will come

God only gives enough energ

to copey and soon enough Fredom comes

Then you wear your badge with pride

I did it have no regrets and would do it all again

so now i live with pride

God bless

Audrey    84years.

Comment by Judith Jones on February 29, 2012 at 8:47

That is the everyday brutal realities of caring for a loved one 24/7  7 days a week 365 days a year, it never stops, you just keep going until you drop down with exhaustion yourself, and who cares - no one, but in your heart you know you have done the best that you possibly can for your loved one and that is the reason you go on because you love that person that you care for !!!!

Comment by Deni on February 29, 2012 at 13:18

Thank you to everyone who has commented - it means so much! I have sent you all a short a personal message of thanks and a friend request. I must say Audrey, your poem really touched my heart. I have absolutely no regrets about caring for my husband, and like you, I'd do it all again. My only regret is the lack of support, understanding and respect that carers get in society. Our caring role would be so much easier if we had those.

Comment by AUDREY SPEARING on February 29, 2012 at 19:13

 one looks at the solution, why are we Carers asking for help ? in my quiet momemts i remind myself its n ot there,the younger generations were taught to look after ones self, care for yourself

Unlike we older on es went to sunday school or guides, in unifom and taught tocare, Care for ones appearance Care for and respect our eldeers, Help ladies across the road , help the injured animal, think of others.

So in my sanity i realise    they dont know how to reach out and care, i see my great grandchildren think only of themselves , polite yes, but care for us ? no we are passed by.

Then i think of our grandparents what help did they get? little or nothing , realised the Carers put a glass of cider, whiskey, rum in their hands and the loved one slept the day away.Well its athought when your down and tired worn out  thousands went before us 

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