One Family's Journey with Vascular Dementia
I’ve always loved ABBA. I think I was born with the melodies flowing through my veins. One of my first memories was of my mother doing yoga in our dining room, her long rope-type things strewn on the floor and ABBA playing on the record player. Continue reading “Mamma Mia – Here I Go Again”
It is the season of sports days, school productions and ‘move-up’ days . Days filled with excitement, sunshine, nerves and fun. Archie is excited but apprehensive about starting senior school in September. Continue reading “Dementia: How To Feel Invincible!”
My boy is home after a 5-day school trip.
It was a school trip to Wales and they’ve had an action-packed week full of activities and adventure. The sun shone and he and all his classmates have returned, dirty, exhausted and slightly sun-kissed. Continue reading “Dementia: A Motherless Lamb”
My daughter is in the throes of her first love and her first heart-break.
I’m not talking about the boy at school she giggles about, or even Zac Efron, who she will openly swoon over, every time she watches a Greatest Showman song on YourTube.
No, I am talking about her best friend…. Her BFF…. Her BFFE! Continue reading “Dealing with Heart-Break”
I was contacted last week by a very lovely girl from the British Heart Foundation. Molly. She found me on Twitter and asked if she could speak to me about my mother and our experience with vascular dementia.
The British Heart Foundation? I was intrigued. Continue reading “Breaking News: The British Heart Foundation Are Joining The fight Against Dementia”
We have had 2 days of reasonable weather now with sunshine (and maybe a shower or two) which has made us a little cheerier and perhaps believing that there is more to come. Continue reading “Dementia: Spring Time at The Ranch”
My favourite jumper has a stain. It’s small, but it’s noticeable. A bright orange stain on my lovely light grey, hand-wash-only, woollen jumper. Continue reading “Dementia: To Know What Love Is”
Words by my dad……
Perhaps I shouldn’t put pen to paper once more, but I thought you would like to know the latest news. Continue reading “Dementia: The Declining Dancer”
Last week, while minding my own business and trying to get some work done, I overheard my regular lunchtime companion, Jeremy Vine talk about how his next radio guest was a lady called Wendy. Continue reading “Dementia: On The Radio”
Heroes come in all shapes and sizes (and, no, I don’t mean those miniature chocolates that seem to get smaller each Christmas).
If I were to ask Archie, aged 11 who his hero is, he would either name Andy Murray, or possibly now Kyle Edmund, or some footballer who earns more each month than many people earn in a lifetime. Continue reading “Dementia: My Embarrassing Hero”
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