With the Queen turning 90, it made me think about longevity. She is still looking good, active and working for the realm. In a position of privilege, it is perhaps no wonder that she is able to maintain and sustain a life of duty, not having to do the everyday chores that the rest of us have to endure whatever the weather and how we feel. My thoughts turned to my own grandparents. Both well into their 90s and both with health issues. One had a stroke five years ago, one lost an eye. With my grandad currently in hospital, my nan is at home. She is not alone, there are carers and family running shifts to keep her company and sleep over. Whereas grandad is on a ward with five other gentlemen of varying needs. A ward that is understaffed. A lack of people to cut up and assist with feeding the patients, maintaining dignity through even putting false teeth in for them. This is the reality of our 90s. My grandparents have celebrated their 72nd wedding anniversary this year. They are lucky in so many ways that they are still together, getting by in their bungalow, with the support of their extended family – immediate family who themselves are now past 70. But everything is a fight. A fight to get help, a fight to get appointments, a fight to get heard. Far removed from the life of our Queen. As our population ages what does the future for those of us in the boom years. It is a scary thought.
My hope for this week is a small one, I hope that someone can spend a little time with my grandad helping him get out of bed and walk again ….so that he can go home and continue life with nan. All the time he is bed-ridden through lack of staffing, he will seize up and the vicious cycle will continue. NHS staff deserve better. Our nonagenerians deserve better too.
Dream BIG, Sparkle MORE, Shine BRIGHTLY