I didn't ask to be a carer. I am the least qualified person in the world for the job.
I've always claimed, as an engineer, to be more of a battery, wire, and bulb man. How on earth did I become a carer? A question I keep asking myself.
I was 60 years old and four years away from retirement. We had been starting to think about what we would do with our extra time. We enjoyed doing things together - walking, exploring new places, enjoying scenery, and generally travelling. One day we were able to dream those dreams and the next they were finished when my wife, Evelyn, suffered a severe stroke. She lost all use of her right side and talking and swallowing became difficult. Life would never be the same again.
