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”
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!”
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.”
Christmas is over.
It’s been lovely. It really has. But…….. Continue reading “Dementia Blog: The Secret To A Moist Bird”
It’s been a while since I last wrote a blog post. Life has been extremely busy over the past few months and now with Christmas approaching, like mums all over the world I am trying to juggle work, the family and home life with also being Santa, decorating the house so it’s both homely and festive, enough but not too much. Tasteful yet fun. Continue reading “Dementia: Winter is Upon Us”
Mum, I know you hate missing out and indeed, are personally affronted should any of us fail to inform you of exciting news promptly. So, here’s a round up of the past few months and family stuff you’d love to know about: Continue reading “Dementia: Peas and Carrots”
We run. As a family. It’s become a bit of a “thing”.
I blame the Park Run. We thought we’d try it last summer and almost twelve months later, we still turn up almost every week, come rain or shine. Continue reading “Not The Mother I Thought I Was”
My mum used to have very long hair as a child. So long she could sit on it, apparently. Growing up, it was a story I would share with my friends with immense pride. Continue reading “Dementia: The Importance of Swinging Your Ponytail”
We’ve always loved food in our family. Our portion sizes are legendary. I can out-eat Hubby no problems at all and my kids are showing the signs of taking after me. I am secretly very proud! Continue reading “For The Love of Food”