One Family's Journey with Vascular Dementia
I started this blog as a means of sharing my mother’s story. A woman cut down in her prime by an aggressive and rapid version of dementia. I never once dreamed whilst pouring my broken heart out on to the screen, expunging my pain through the over-sharing of my experience and shock, that I would need to use it to grieve my father.
The pain of school shoe shopping has engulfed me! And it’s not just the cost or having to do it in a stifling face mask. It’s so much more than that.
Continue reading “What I learnt From The Fanny Inspector”
It’s been over a week now since Dad’s funeral. Over two weeks since he passed away.
Continue reading “Bringing Mourning Back!”
Watching someone you love die is not what I expected. Continue reading “The Long Goodbye”
I sometimes worry about sharing so much of our family’s story. I know it is not everyone’s choice of therapy. My need to write, to expunge the fear and grief through words is a very personal thing. Continue reading ““A Bugger Of A disease” – By My Dad”
I am trying desperately to find the positive in our current situation. Having always been a bit of a dreamer – a girl with her nose in a book, carried along through life trusting in fate and goodness – I am now wracking my brain to try and decipher what positive I can take from it. Continue reading “Time To Make Time Count”
There are apparently five stages of grief: Continue reading “The Hulk State – A New Stage Of Grief?”
It is Day 12.
My father has had his treatment discussion with the oncologist and chemotherapy starts next Friday. To be honest, I was expecting our Virtual Meeting to be a bit hopeless. A bit, “There’s nothing we can do Mr T. Sorry about that old chum!” But it wasn’t that bad. Continue reading “Operation “Save Dad” Begins!”
When I first heard about the Coronavirus, I treated it with a distinct lack of interest. At the start, it felt very like another potential over-reaction. A bit like Bird Flu, SARS and Mad Cow Disease. I remember being concerned about Bird Flu and reading articles and watching news programmes about Mad Cow Disease. So, at the start, I didn’t worry. I didn’t want to fall into that same trap again. Continue reading “The C Word and Hope”
It’s only when you look back at photos of a year ago or a few months ago that you notice the decline. If you dare to look, then the difference – the decline – is face-slappingly obvious. Continue reading “Singing for Dementia. Singing to cope.”
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