I haven’t posted on Gransnet before so am taking the plunge! Covid is almost superfluous to what has been going on in my life, but it certainly hasn’t helped. I spent 2018 on chemo for colon cancer and spent 2019 recovering. So just when I was ready to resume some kind of normality, lockdown hit. We were both retired and had planned to move at the beginning of 2018, to be nearer old friends and family. So that had been on hold due to cancer and then went on further hold due to Covid. We finally managed to move in July 2021, after a stressful year of house hunting, not finding anything and at one point, having our buyers pull out. I realised during that year that my husband was finding it harder and harder to keep PN top of things and I found myself doing more and more of the admin, finances and , literally, heavy lifting. Five days after we moved into our new house last July, he had a very bad fall. He continued to have more and was becoming more and more confused and two months ago was diagnosed with vascular dementia. He is only 70. To say I’m devastated would be an understatement. Having survived cancer, and finally arriving where I wanted to be, I’m facing a pretty bleak future I feel, as of course, is he. I’m overwhelmed with guilt that the move, which I pushed for, exacerbated things. And I’m permanently exhausted as I take on more and more care duties. I feel that Covid makes very little difference to my life as it is at present. I apologise if it sounds as if I don’t care about it, particularly to those who have lost loved ones and livelihoods. I realise I’m fortunate to have a roof over my head and a pension. But I’m struggling to see the way forward….