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Today has been my best day for about 2 weeks. There is a massive difference between how I feel today and what it has been like feeling really ill. The only thing I have had to contend with today is breathlessness but even then it has not been as bad as it has been just lately.
I spent the morning in the sunlight doing cross stitch and this afternoon we decided to go to Derbyshire to saunter around. My legs felt a bit like lead but it felt so good to be out. I had no toileting
Originally Posted by LynneMcV
I had to laugh at my husband's little 'faux pas' tonight - not in a nasty way, but it just caught me unexpectedly.
I came home from work and made my way to kitchen. There was tons of fine flakey stuff scattered all over the floor. It was also trodden up the hallway and into the dining room. I wasn't sure what it was, but after getting down on my hands and knees for a closer look, worked out that somebody (probably hubby) must have knocked over some brekkie porridge oats without realising
It has been 20 months since I was a 21 year old watching my dad die, incoherently mumbling in a hosptial bed weighing 5 stone. My dad got vascular dementia after suffering a minor stroke when I was 15, cut to 3 months later and he lost his job as he forgot were he put his work van.
I watched my gentle dad beat my mother, his carer, stupid with a spoon he'd hidden in his sock when he'd forgotton who she was for the 4th time that day.
I watched my mum disappear with my dad.
Updated 08-11-2012 at 04:16 AM by LauraMoz
Hi, I'm new to this. My husband has v.dementia and I am his full time carer. I feel isolated and feel I have lost my identity. I feel guilty and that I am being disloyal to him talking about him behind his back but I don't have any emotional support. I have always thought I could manage and would do so but even I now see I need help before I go round the bend. I don't feel ready to go to a group and talk and hope using this forum will enable me to get my feelings out anonymously and maybe
The title ought to be funny .. but its not.
its almost 2 years now since dads fall that exacerbated his vascular dementia to the extent that he was hospitalised & could no longer live at home.
It was hard then, The dad I had was no more. I came to love the dad I had now.
with his lack of inhibition, his hallucinations, the humour
Even in the darkest days we managed to take comfort from the humour that came to light and bubbled to the surface.
We have been budgie