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Category Archives: Dementia diaries.
A step in the right direction.
This blog is firmly apolitical. It’s about you and me and anything cheerful, because that’s what I got requests for twelve years ago. However, I notice the British governments are finally taking notice of the financial truth which so many … Continue reading
Resentment.
Regular readers may be surprised that I’m visiting the dementia diaries again. If you are a new reader who has found this blog by putting dementia into a search engine, hello. There is information here, accessed by clicking on dementia … Continue reading
We’ve all gone slightly bonkers.
I am currently supporting by telephone two people caring for others with dementia. The idea, after the dementia diaries, that I would have to engage with the effects of this destructive disease again is quite depressing. Both sufferers are depressed … Continue reading
A suicide in the family.
There is no getting past how difficult this blog is going to be to write and to read. I have included it in Dementia diaries because it belongs there. Let me say straight away to long-term readers that no one … Continue reading
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
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
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
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
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
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