My mother has been severely ill now for over two years. There is a level of acceptance now which I never thought would come. It is now normal. Continue reading “Dementia: The 8 Questions I would Ask My Mother”
It’s not for the weak-willed or the faint-hearted. To build a strong marriage, I believe it’s about team work, effort, shared goals and mutual respect. Continue reading “Dementia: Doing Better”
“Sugar and spice and all things nice, that’s what little girls are made of.”
What a load of old nonsense. Continue reading ““Don’t Be A Big Girl!””
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”
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”
By my dad……..
Well the day has come! Continue reading “The Day Has Come”
It must be hard being married to me. Continue reading “How To Fix An Emotional Wife”
I have just returned from another trip to the vets with our dog. Continue reading “Socks, Knickers and Dementia Idealism”
My mum has one of those window-cleaning scraper things in the guest room shower. It is not the original one – that one appeared in the bathroom, carefully hanging on a little rubber hook that stuck to the shower door many, many years ago. Continue reading “The Shower Scraper”