Our relationship is very different now.

He has struggled to adjust to being the one who needs support rather than the one who gives it. It is not always harmonious. I nag too much; he can be stubborn!

A sense of humour is obligatory. I remember reading an article that described ‘care-giving as our final walk with our loved one’. This really resonated. It can either be a miserable experience or one I will remember with a degree of fondness. As frustrated as I used to get with my mum in her last years, I’d give anything to hold her hand one more time.