One Family's Journey with Vascular Dementia
My youngest daughter has just seen a picture of herself from around two years ago. In the photo, she is sitting between her brother and sister and is around 18 months old and other than looking a little younger, she looks exactly like she does now. Soft blond curls framing her small, angelic face. So, I was a little stumped that she didn’t recognise herself. Continue reading “Dementia: In Her Shoes”
I can hardly walk today. I am literally hobbling around and in my own mind am resembling someone who has recently had both hips replaced, both knees replaced and has had an embarrassing accident “downstairs”. I kid you not. I am also giving off strange sound effects as well – little “oohs” and “ahhs” as I attempt to get down or upstairs, get out of my car or stand up after sitting down for a few minutes. Putting my shoes on is a particularly noisy affair today! Continue reading “Giving Mo A Run For His Money!”
I was asked by a website called http://www.telmenow.com to respond to the article in the Daily Mail last week (Daily Mail – Article on Dementia).
So….Ta da! :
Continue reading “Can Singing Help Battle Dementia?”
I remember my granny having Alzheimer’s in her late seventies and eighties and in its later stages she would confuse me with one of my cousins. I didn’t mind – my cousin was older than me, very gorgeous and in my mind very exotic as she lived far away in Canada. Continue reading “Advice, or something like it….”
Mum was discharged from the psychiatric unit back in January after spending several weeks being monitored and assessed by a team of specialist consultants and medical experts. Continue reading “Not Good Enough”
I used to love coming ‘home’ and would immediately feel young and free from responsibility again, like the weight and pressure of adulthood; the burden of it was lifted, left at the door along with hastily discarded shoes, coats and bags of laundry. Continue reading “Home”
I have just returned from a week in Italy with Hubby. Continue reading “Wandering around Italy”
So, today I popped my reflexology cherry. I jumped into the world of alternative therapy with both feet (literally) and spent an hour this afternoon fluctuating between a state of complete relaxation (where, to be honest I had moments of panic as I thought I’d started to nod off and drool) and overheating beneath two hot towels and a large hot stone (on my solar plexus, apparently). Continue reading “Alternatives!”
I had to laugh the other day…I was scrolling down my phone just looking at the Daily Mail headlines (don’t judge me!) when Mabel, who was sitting next to me piped up, “That like Daddy, Mummy!” Continue reading “Mistaken Identity”
I had a lovely evening last night. I took my 7 year old daughter, Martha to the local theatre to see a production of Annie. She has been counting down the weeks, the days and finally yesterday, the hours until our evening together. Continue reading “The Sun’ll Come Out Tomorrow…”
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My Crazy Mum 
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