Every day there is enjoyment, but also some reminder of his illness.
For example, as I rub his feet, I notice his toenails are yellow. I'm reluctant to search online for what it means.
Yesterday the skin on his forearms was nicely healing. This afternoon the skies were sunny. Tonight I see angry red blotches on his arms.
We are in a lovely part of England, surrounded by wildflowers with names I don't know. And from Friday he gets a week off meds.
Wonderful.














