I'll tell you where I'm at. Earlier this year Mrs. Wilde was diagnosed with something I can't spell or pronounce, or even understand. Now I'm worth a bob or two so I spent a few bob & we went shopping for doctors, most of 'em agreed that the NHS chap we were already dealing with is probably the bestest in the world in this area. He couldn't give us a timeline but he did say it would be rapid at the end. He told us that the gradual decline symptoms will include many things but the worst of these (for us) will be the cognitive recognition & maybe a shift towards aggression.
Whatever it is, it's a few inches behind her eyes & they cannot go in a get it out. She went blind at the end of August.
We went on a road trip shortly after the diagnosis & ticked off lots of box's on her bucket list, somewhere in Nth Wales she saw this bungalow with a view to die for. So I bought it & we have spent this summer there. 2wks ago it was decided that she really should be moved closer to civilisation & back to that bastard doctor.
I'm 6' 2" 14st & fit as a fiddle, hear me now there is not one of you who could beat me in a fight, I have never been scared of the dark & since I have a son who is twice the man I ever was to stand by my side then there is nothing that can defeat me.
But I cannot do for her what she needs now. I told her many years ago "I'm here, nothing can harm you" which is as big a lie as "I will always love you" innit.