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

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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

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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

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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

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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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