One Family's Journey with Vascular Dementia
It hits you out the blue, when you’re least expecting it. I think that is one of the hardest things to try and manage – the sudden realistion and gut-wrenching thud of where we are and how bad things are, but also, how far we possibly still have to go. Continue reading “Nothing like your mum’s cooking!”
I have just spoken to my mum this evening, she has not had a good day, which I could tell the moment my dad picked up the phone and offered his attempt at a cheery “Hello”. It’s there, hidden in his tone of voice, in the way he sighs between words, in the way he sounds relieved to have someone else to talk to, even if just for a few minutes. Continue reading “The importance of a cuddle”
By my dad….
Stretcher-bearer. One may think this is a strange title for my next few paragraphs on life living on the edge, but you’ll smile as this is the answer to one of the clues in last week’s prize cryptic Scotsman crossword. Yes, I do have time for some relaxation between chores! Continue reading “Stretcher-Bearer”
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My Crazy Mum 
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