There’s no two ways about it, Caroline and I having to stick a tube 50cm inside poor George three times a day and flush everything out just isn’t right.
At its best, you feel like you’re alleviating pressure and making him more comfortable. Win.
At its worst, as it has been today – it’s messy, distressing for all of us and you feel you’re not helping him. Fail.
These are the realities of it all.
Frankly, it’s shit. Pun intended.