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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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The joy of Wednesday morning has been replaced with a couple of days of stark reality. Just as I thought I’d got vascular dementia in the bag, it escaped and the stark reality of Maureen’s condition hit me straight between … Continue reading
Maureen was really upset when she woke this morning. She was very concerned that ‘the lady she had been looking after was cold’ and was hunting around for extra bedding. At first, I thought she was talking about her mum … Continue reading
On Wednesday I received the sad news that a neighbour had passed away. I delayed telling Maureen the news until the next day, as I feared it would cause a certain amount of distress. Once again I was wrong as Maureen … Continue reading
Maureen was complaining this morning that ‘leaded windows make this place seem like a prison’. When I suggested that we could change them she said ‘it was not worth it’. Her comment led me to think what is worth trying … Continue reading
I know it’s a little late for this analogy but a star has appeared in our sky of carer support. Girl Friday Night arrived at 10 pm she will be going home at 7 am. Maureen and I have the sleep … Continue reading
What could you fix? News and Comment from Roy Lilley Before Xmas I linked to this story about NHS car-parking charges. Out of the blue I got an email and had a follow-up conversation with a charming lady. Here’s … Continue reading
I have decided to follow my dear old dad’s advice to his children: ‘tell the truth and shame the Devil’. In my opinion, the Best Interest Meeting scheduled for Friday, to discuss Maureen’s future care and accommodation, is waste of time … Continue reading
I have decided to post today, despite my vow not to post at weekends, with a wish for 2017:
I woke at one this morning after going to bed before nine. On Remembrance Sunday I thought of my dear dad, sadly no longer with us. Finbar’s words express far better than I could what a wonderful father he was: … Continue reading