My Dad is in the final stages of his "journey" with Mixed Dementia. He started to lose weight last Autumn and has been progressively sleepier for the past few years. He had thickened drinks and pureed meals for around 18months. However, he has been well cared at home by a team who have been outstanding. He had his last day out only the day before Father's Day (although he was asleep for quite a bit of it) and he enjoyed the Steam engines/trains on his favourite heritage railway. All changed when towards the end of the UK heatwave, a week later, when he suffered a couple of seizures. He overcame the subsequent aspiration pneumonia and UTI, but was now sleeping for more than 23 out of 24 hours. He was no longer awake enough to eat and was disinterested when something was offered. After over two weeks in hospital the Consultant pronounced EOL and he came home the following day. We were expecting he might have a few hours or maybe days at home before the inevitable. However, here he still is at plus 10 and still fighting. Now with the knowledge that he is being kept painfree and comfortable, it is those around him who are experiencing this awful final waiting and suffering. This is such a cruel disease, which robbed a highly intelligent and caring man of his final years, which could have been spent directly passing on stories of his past adventures to his grandchildren and fully sharing new ones with them. His ability to verbally communicate being one of the first things he lost.