One Family's Journey with Vascular Dementia
By My Dad…..
On a Tuesady morning there is a dance and movement session for an hour in the care home. I go in and help Jane with participating and I and the staff feels she benefits greatly from this. Continue reading “Slow, Slow, Quick-Quick, Slow”
I haven’t written a blog post for a while. The reason? Well, there’s not been too much to report, I suppose. Continue reading “Dementia – More Grief Than It’s Worth?”
Continue reading “Fighting Dementia for an Ounce of Dignity…”
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”
It must be hard being married to me. Continue reading “How To Fix An Emotional Wife”
Mabel loves to practice her rhyming words. It’s like a little switch has just turned on in her brain and she understands what it all means, so, understandably she wants to practice her newly discovered skill at every opportunity. Continue reading “A Word or Two”
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