This social care crisis is hitting very close to home
Away from work, it’s adult social care I’ve been thinking about. In fact, that’s been at the forefront of my thinking for some time.
In 2015, my mum was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer – a disease which, within months, had claimed her life.
I’ll never have to worry about social care for my mum. But it’s another story for her mother – my grandma.
A couple of years before mum was diagnosed, she and my dad took the decision to bring my widowed grandma down from Middlesbrough to live with them.
Obviously my parents did not factor in that one of them might not be around to look after her. Some of the final months of my mum’s life were spent worrying about where her mother would live once she was gone.
When mum died, my father tried again to get grandma, who will be 100 in four years, into residential care. We were told she could go on the waiting list for a care home.