From 1992 until May last year, I was a carer for my husband. He had lost a leg as a result of undiagnosed diabetes.

I received no help from my family, let alone anyone else.

Towards the end, I was ill myself through what I had put up with.

I was with my husband 24-hours-aday and I didn't get a break.

After carers lose their loved ones, they need help too, not to be left to get on with it.

I want help to get back in society. There must be others who have suffered like me.

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