The return to the Adult mental health unit.

The details of the appointment were sent directly to me, bypassing the GP.I always made sure my husband was beautifully turned out whenever we went out together.Shoes gleaming,trousers pressed,a tie. He never owned a pair of jeans or sneakers.Neither did I, not until three or so years ago.But I must not digress. It was a glorious morning, the sun glittering on the melting snow, it was a morning when your heart sings with the joy of being alive. The waiting room was empty and cold. We didn't wait long. The door opened and the Italian doctor's smiling face appeared. Good morning,she said and extended her hand to my husband. Who is she, asked he turning towards me. You do not remember me? I remember YOU. When did we met,he asked abruptly. Several months ago you came here with your wife. That's all right,then,Olly said. Would you follow me,please. And we did. She kept on turning her head back and said - you intimidate me,I feel so frumpy next to you. My husband looked at her with utter confusion. What does it mean,he asked You are so well dressed. I am not used to seeing here people like you. This is my wife, he said.I love her very much.She knows everything.She tells me what to do.She said I must wear this coat so that I look handsome.I am handsome,aren't I? Very,replied the doctor I love you so much, said my husband and clasped my hand firmly. Do you know what month of the year it is,asked the doctor. Of course I do, it is June. Several months ago his answer was correct. We were shown into a warm,brightly lit room. Various papers and a pen on the table. Test was long and comprehensive. The same questions, but not the same answers. He has deteriorated considerably.Has he been much more violent? Yes, the rages are more and more frequent, prolonged and the remorse has become rare. As quickly as I can arrange it he will have a brain scan.It will show us the extend of the damage.The hospital will write to you again directly so that no time is lost. We shook hands.Thank you so much,thank you so very,very much.You have been absolutely wonderful. She understood.She cared.I wanted to lay my head on her chest and cry and cry and cry.But this delightful,kind creature was never to see Olly again. Soon after she returned to Italy. The letter from the hospital didn't arrive either. Nothing turned out as I had hoped it to be.