I have come back and forth to TP since 2004 when my mother was diagnosed with the disease, she died in 2005 then my father took it in 2008. As a carer my life has been nightmarish at times, especially when I was coping with a doubly incontinent father with no help while raising a baby. My darling father passed away last week, the nightmare is finally over for him. It was a terribly drawn out death that went on for months, he could no longer speak, move and in the end lost the ability to swallow, effectively my father starved to death he was unrecognisable when this disease finished with him, frankly so am I. I'm worn out and know I will never be the same again since this monster came into our lives.
This disease almost destroyed me as it devoured both my parents and I stood by helplessly watching it. My heart is sore and heavy but I will continue to raise awareness through my newspaper column and my charity book for Alzheimer's.
Thank you to everyone who has helped and advised me over the years on TP, there was no where else to go sometimes and you saved my sanity on many an occasion letting me know I wasn't alone.
I salute all of you carers still fighting in the front line, you are all heroes.
R.I.P mummy and daddy.
This disease almost destroyed me as it devoured both my parents and I stood by helplessly watching it. My heart is sore and heavy but I will continue to raise awareness through my newspaper column and my charity book for Alzheimer's.
Thank you to everyone who has helped and advised me over the years on TP, there was no where else to go sometimes and you saved my sanity on many an occasion letting me know I wasn't alone.
I salute all of you carers still fighting in the front line, you are all heroes.
R.I.P mummy and daddy.