Welcome to Talking Point - Alzheimer's Society's online discussion forum for anyone affected by dementia. It's a place to ask for advice, share information, join in discussions and feel supported.
If you would like to join a discussion on the forum or start a new one, you will need to either register or log-in (you can log-in by clicking on the box at the top right of the main forum). If you need help using Talking Point, please take a look at our Help videos or main Help section.
Just after tea I herd dad in the hall rumaging. so I popped down and caught him using my Hogwarts marauders map note book paper to use as a tissue! I have boxes of tissues in every room . Even then he often uses the paper towel in the kitchen. He seems to like harsh/hard paper to blow his nose on :/
I heard him leave the house about 8am (to go to table tennis, wrong day wrong time) he comes back after about 8 mins, only this time he went back out again just after he came in!
My mother has never gotten a clear diagnosis of her dementia. It has only been defined as MCI, since 2009, despite many tests. This month, for the first time, she finally fits a clinical description of stage 6 Alzheimer's. Her confabulations, loss of sense of time, and forgetting of long-held memories and identities fit a measure at last. She's increasingly unsteady, too. Unfortunately, she has awareness that she is rapidly losing sense.
After a fraught week, breast cancer, Alzheimer's and a fractured hip, and a move from hospital to a new nursing home, snuggled into a deep relaxing chair it happenend, A Big Smile mum looked at me and smiled. It made my heart sing, just something simple as a smile made that moment in this mad week fabulous.
I'm going to keep that memory in my pocket
This evening there was a piece on 'Look North' BBC about Dementia. I had just gotten out of the shower and Pete came in and asked me if he had dementia? What to say? I replied with a question 'Why do you ask? He said that it would worry him if he had anything like that! My reply was that he didn't but just had a bit of a problem with his memory. He accepted that he did and wandered back to the lounge. What would be the point of upsetting him? Is it wrong to lie to him? My heart says no
What will I find today?
That's every days question, just the hope of the glimmer of my mum, through the crumpled old lady I now see, with dish water eyes, dull and not engaged. But, I hope for the eyes to light up, a smile across her face and a clear voice saying hello. That's what I wish for every day.
Mums only 77, ten years ago diagnosed with vascular dementia while she was living in Florida where they had retired. Well dad retired, mum followed him around as a