It's been four years since he was diagnosed and he's changed so much in the last month or so. He's just in a bed, he has to be spoon fed and has carers come twice a day. It's so hard for me to see him like that, I feel like how he used to be is just a memory now. I just wish I could turn back time and appreciate everything more, I hate it and it's not fair. I have been visiting him every day, it's hard trying to keep it together sometimes.
