My husband was diagnosed with dementia a few weeks ago. I just can't seem to get my head around it. We knew something was wrong, but to get an actual diagnosis from a GP was like being hit with a sledge hammer. He's obviously in the early stages - his memory is poor, some behaviours are bizarre- and he has no concept at all about what is happening to him. For that I am so grateful. I try to just concentrate on the day to day, but I worry so much about the future. I'm tiny and my husband is 6ft and very strong. I worry how I will cope if he becomes difficult. I veer between frustration or being cross at his actions, and an overwhelming sadness for him.