Category Archives: Dementia diaries.

You put your whole self in……..body donations from a relative’s perspective.

It’s happened to me twice now, discovering that someone close does not want a funeral but wants their body used for medical experimentation. Some time after my father died the university that had received him held a service of thanksgiving … Continue reading

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Yet more rubbish

Hello again.  I know I said I would write about making a donation of bits of yourself after death and I will do so. At present, however I am deeply enmeshed in all the practical things that have to be … Continue reading

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The penultimate dementia diary.

I expect you’ve guessed from the title.  I couldn’t blog it any sooner until I had made sure all friends and relatives had been informed of my mother’s death, a fortnight ago. She actually died of a chest infection and … Continue reading

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Christmas day.

It started badly.  There was a phone call at nine. ‘Well!’ exclaimed my mother, ‘why has no one been to fetch me?  I expect you are knee deep in turkey and I am alone on this desert island!  I am … Continue reading

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Christmas – will we or not?

This is the fourth time I’ve written about Christmas for the demented.  The first two times I arranged it at my mother’s she was well enough to enjoy critiquing my efforts, mostly approvingly, though I scored poorly on a few … Continue reading

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Christmas for the ancient.

Today I visited my neighbour who had gone into residential accommodation, with a present for his 90th birthday.  It’s my third visit since he’s been there.  As I arrived so did his son and daughter-in-law up from the big city.  … Continue reading

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Happy visit.

There are some and I have just had one, so I thought I’d let you know.  One of the purposes of the dementia diaries is to encourage relatives to engage with people who have this disease.  Contact with those whose … Continue reading

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Dreadful visit.

The last visit to my mother was so dreadful it has taken me several days to process it sufficiently to be able to write about it.  In the past, dreadful visits have frequently been an indicator of an underlying infection … Continue reading

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Gout.

I was going to get up early this morning so the OH could get into the bathroom and out again to the gym.  He is, however, going to give up the gym today in favour of sitting at home nursing … Continue reading

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The miserable visit.

There were many things I had earmarked to do today but I did none of them because yesterday we had a really miserable visit. The problem with the later stages of dementia is the unpredictability of the behaviour of the … Continue reading

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