I nursed my late husband through Lewy Body Dementia. The last three years of his life were awful. He had hallucinations, gradually lost the ability to feed himself, became incontinent, and lost all sense of time. It was dreadful seeing a very intelligent man reduced to just a shell. The last seven months he was in a “care” home for which we paid £1000 a week. There he was left soaking wet, dragging himself along the floor while they stepped over him, and was twice assaulted by one of the careers. We took her to court as she was seen to hit him but it was one persons word against another, so case dismissed. I have felt guilty ever since for letting him go in there, but I was 75 and exhausted with the broken nights and constant watching him. We had no help at home at all. I can smile now at some of the things he said and did, like taking the legs off the fully laden table, and the colony of bats that lived in the bathroom and assumed a praying position when you went in, we had the Mafia living with us for three years, but it was hard at the time. He died seven months after going into care. I don’t know how they can class this as not a medical condition