He was in the hospital for a month and then he stayed another month at a nursing home/rehabilitation center. I set everything up for him because he could no longer walk, more than partially deaf, and very limited use of his hands. I taught him how to use his phone without assistance so that he could contact and talk to friends and family whenever he pleased. I took him to appointments, checkups, and searched for caregivers which were a task in itself. Good help was scarce and I wanted someone around who cared about their job. I actually stopped working because it was very time-consuming. Months went by and I had no type of life, dedicated all of my time to helping him to the restroom, blending his meals because he had trouble swallowing food, just to get some sort of normalcy back, only to find out (thanks to technology) that he was sending his ex money and saying how terrible I was and he couldn’t wait to get better so that he could be rid of me.