Illness, very sly.

I met my husband, and within 6 months, we were married and had a wonderful life together. Then the illness slowly crept in, slyly without fanfare. We didn't realise what the future would bring.

We moved house, and my husband packed everything away neatly into the new home. Three items went missing and were never found. We blamed the house fairy. I didn't realise that he had short-term memory loss until the end. I thought he was ok.

Then he became unsteady on his feet. He said he had bad knees from his time in the Air Force. I thought he was ok.

He always wakes up at 5 am every morning without fail. He then started sleeping in, then sleeping for a long time, and not moving. I would have to roll him over. I thought he was tired, because we had moved house, travelled overseas and had a busy life. I thought he was ok.

I realised there was a problem when we moved house. A friend used a fireman's lift to get my husband from the third floor and into the car. My husband was alert, 1 month later and asked where he was. He hadn't realised he had moved.

www.lyn.de.com