It seems like with caregiving, there's always something new. And we certainly had something new happen yesterday. In the middle of the afternoon, there was a knock on the door. Since I now do a lot of our shopping online, this is not unusual, but this time, instead of a delivery person, there was a police officer. I was still in my nightgown, so DH answered the door. The police officer called DH by name, which scared me so much I was about to run outside even in my nightgown. But then the officer said that DH's brother asked them to do a welfare check on him, to make sure he was okay.

DH's brother did this because he had called 2-3 days before, and I hadn't called him back yet. It had been a very bad week for DH and for me, and I just hadn't felt up to the conversation. In the past, members of DH's family had gotten angry because I didn't call them back immediately, but this is the first time someone called the police! Now I wonder if DH's name is in a file somewhere, like at adult protective services, or if this--hopefully--is the end of this incident.

What makes this particularly difficult to deal with is that none of DH's siblings have ever lifted a finger to help us in any way. So their level of concern can't really be all that high, can it?

Oh, Jan, Like your husband's brother couldn't have picked up the phone again and left another message, like a caring message of concern? Where family members' heads are at is beyond my comprehension. I dare not get started because it would be too easy for me to start ranting about my partner's family.

Anyway, hugs. And I hope that this week is better for you.