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This is the story of our journey: an honest account of our lives after Maureen's diagnosis of dementia following stroke in February 2014.
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I decided to remind Maureen today was her Granddaughter’s 18th birthday. Conversations earlier in the week had resulted in ‘she doesn’t send me a birthday card, why should I send her one’. However, as her mother died and we undertook … Continue reading
Maureen’s self-image was under further attack yesterday when we visited a relative who has her own troubles at the moment. Unfortunately, her aunt added further fuel to the fire by failing to pay much attention to how Maureen was feeling. As … Continue reading
Our chauffeur will be here in an hour but I’m not sure we will make it to see my mum on her 96th birthday. Maureen is very upset and keeps asking me why her family never come to see her? She has … Continue reading
The Night Rovers came promptly this morning; arriving within minutes of my telephone request for help. They chatted to Maureen for a while and eventually decided she was blocking meaningful conversation. In fact, she was at her belligerent best, challenging … Continue reading
The lab report on Maureen’s urine sample has shown that she does not have a UTI. Her blood tests are all within normal limits and the swab on her mouth has shown no sign of fungal infection. Her blood pressure, … Continue reading
There appears to be a consensus on the need to cut us some slack and allow us to catch up with loved one’s next week. I may be wrong and ‘Ginger’, as Maureen calls our Key Worker. will soon tell me … Continue reading
I heard Maureen crying at 2 am this morning. When I asked what was wrong she said: ‘I’ve been having a bad dream’. Once again she was trying to work out if her only daughter was dead. After a short while, … Continue reading
There is no point whatsoever in giving Maureen any bad news: she has enough sadness in her life dealing with dementia. Today is a particularly significant day in both of our lives. It is Esme, my youngest daughter’s 29th birthday. I … Continue reading
Maureen was feeling very sorry for herself last night. She became so upset that I encouraged her to go to bed at 8 ‘o’clock. I had inadvertently brought about a spell of self-pity with my choice of music on YouTube. … Continue reading