The only consolation, if you can call it that, is the similarity between our loved ones, which at least tells us that this is how the disease works, that the breakdown in the nerve cells in their brains stops them being able to do all these things. It’s not anything that we are doing or not doing, it’s just the way it is. A common feature seems to be lack of the hunger impulse, not hungry, can’t eat and won’t eat much. Can’t concentrate, can’t remember anything, feel snoozy a lot of the time. Barely leaves the house now. In the meantime we who are looking after them, are virtually alone, left to try and carry on as best we can, occasionally bumping into something that reminds us of what has been lost. That happened to me the other day when I walked into a place that I hadn’t been to for some time, which was where we always went together, and I was overwhelmed by the enormity of what he has lost. It’s a bit like inoculation, now I shall be able to go again without bursting into tears. Goodnight dear TP friends.