One Family's Journey with Vascular Dementia
I have just returned from a trip up to Scotland to visit my parents. I took all three of my monsters with me as Hubby was working and I also thought the children would be a good distraction for my dad. I was right – the constant noise: the elder two arguing and tussling with each other on a virtually constant basis, plus the littlest screeching at the top of her voice every time she didn’t get her own way certainly caused a distraction. Continue reading “If Only!”
I am useless with the predictive text thing on my phone. it’s not that I can’t spell, it’s that I always try and do it too fast as I am usually trying to juggle a million things all at the same time and I press send before I check through the message. Continue reading “The Wrong Words”
I remember when Mum was having tests done about 18 months ago and none of us actually used the word dementia. Not for a while. We expressed our concerns to each other about her strange behaviour and also about her forgetfulness, but we all shied away from raising our deepest fears. Continue reading “The “D” Word”
“Help me!”
I hear those words at least once a day from one of my brood. Usually when they can’t find something they need immediately, or if they can’t get the TV to work properly, or Mabel has got herself stuck in one of her dressing-up princess dresses. Honestly, the examples are endless. Continue reading “Help”
I have ventured up to sunny Scotland (no, I am not being ironic, it really is!) with the littlest daughter to see my parents. We arrived yesterday after a long journey, where Mabel chattered away inanely for the first third of the journey, fell asleep for the second third and then moaned for the final leg. Continue reading “Pink Castles and Fairy Tales”
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 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 went to my first Dementia Forward singing group yesterday as a fully fledged volunteer.
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My Crazy Mum 
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