Cancer and Depression

This has been a really hard day.

8.56 woman rings to say she cannot cope with her seriously ill husband who I can hear shouting in the background - he is not yet in remission with his cancer but is afraid she is going to leave him.

9.05 I am in the car.

9.20 she rings me again to say he has gone 'missing' and apparently did so on Boxing Day.
9.25 rings the Police after I calm her down(don't worry I am not driving).
9.30 Police ring back - sending someone to the house.

10.05 - made 40 miles on windy roads in less than an hour.
10.06 - begin searching the village and the woods.

12.05 - Police arrived.

We find him.  I have 3 mile walk back to the House.

12.40 - return to the house. Policeman is being really good - they had found him and sort of encouraged him to return home so he walks ahead of them.

12.50 Colleague talks to him. I talk to the Wife.

He is afraid she will leave him because he is so ill.

Positive reinforcement given to both.

Finally at 3.15 mental health services turn up.

By this time we have had an agreement from him that he will not disappear without telling people where he is going; he will not frighten his wife by saying he will end it and we have managed to get them to interact with each other(hugging to you and me) after months of lack of contact.

They(ie Statutories) are not sure of our 'status' (FMR!) - have discussion when it rapidly becomes obvious we have intervened and saved an awful situation getting worse - leave them to make an appointment and then mad hare it back home to meet the Grandkids!

So get home - I cook Spag bog from nothing(my sauce is worth dying for includes Courgettes, Carrots, Celery and Mushrooms, Mince, Herbs and Garlic not forgetting the Onions!) - feed the kids feed us - bath the kids - put them to bed and then we both slump! Wonder why?