Dementia

We call the children to come for lunch on Sunday. The oldest tried to make an excuse about some previous engagement. I think the tone… Read More »Telling the children

The Southeaster howls as we park at the hospital. I have no idea where we have to go – there seems to be ten thousand… Read More »Visiting the neurologist

We again arrive early for our appointment for the scan. Bill has become very anxious about time and gets easily agitated if he needs to… Read More »Continued from earlier…

The weeks drag on as we wait for the physician’s appointment. I see more and more sticky notes appearing, whilst Bill becomes more and more… Read More »The story continues…

Bill and I just stood there, staring at each other in total disbelief. I realised that in that moment our lives had changed forever. I… Read More »To be continued…

He has become a lot quieter over the past months, clutching my hand as soon as he feels insecure. It used to be the other… Read More »Baking rusks

She has been stripped of everything that was important to her. No more weekly visits to the hairdresser. The cheeks that always sparkled with a… Read More »Who am I?

One of my clients was moved from hospital to a sub-acute facility the day before yesterday. Broken hip, hip replacement, infection, prosthesis removed, infection carries… Read More »Get your affairs in order – part 2