Words from memory clinic CPN. But here I am with an unoccupied, bored and dozing OH, day after day. His youthful interests were sport and photography, both beyond his capability now. His friends and brothers are dead, ill or melted away. He has never joined me and grandchildren in table games, jigsaws, quizzes, art lessons or craft workshops. He can’t concentrate on books and dismisses daily papers as ‘already read these. ‘ Social outings are rejected outright. His inertia is catching though I have a dozen things I’m eager to get on with. How can I help this once vigorous man to interact with the only life left to him? The medical answer seem to be to accept this as the disease. Am I wrong to fight this on his behalf? I feel so useless. Our close family are loving supporters, but are not here through the hours of apathy. For the first time ever I am unable to help. I just need to say all this to people who understand what I mean. Thank you those who read this and best wishes in your own journey. In sadness Bee. Xx
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