My 67 year old husband is awaiting a neurology appointment, having ‘done the rounds’ for the past 5 years after I raised concerns with our GP. Last year it was clear there was something very wrong and he was seen by a pschychiatrist in the Older Person’s Service, but I was not able, nor invited to speak to him alone, which made it very difficult to discuss husband’s problems. Outcome was negative - he did not have dementia, just cumulative effect of a head injury he’d had 20 years ago, which I assume is a euphemism for I don’t know what this is. He was not given any follow-up despite a CT scan showing some frontal lobe deterioration. Alone again.
Since then matters have moved apace & his symptoms have worsened to the point where he asked me what a toothbrush was & what it was for. He’s taken to wearing 2 pairs of trousers over 2 pairs of longjohns, and his taste in food has radically changed. He’s totally preoccupied by his clothes and the texture of food. At first I assumed he had problems with his memory, but now I’m not so sure. It’s his ability to name things & understand what they’re for that’s disappearing. I’m constantly being asked ‘what’s that’ and ‘where does it go’ (I’m often finding food in the bookcase, because he can’t remember what a fridge is).
Today I lost it and shouted at him after he put clean clothes over dirty ones & refused to have a shower even though it’s been nearly a week since I last persuaded him into the shower. Each day I resolve to be more patient, keep my sense of humour, but knowing that there’s a 19 week wait for an appointment plus a wait for the inevitable scans, isn’t helping.
He’s now in the shower, but I’m not sure if he’s remembered which is shampoo and which is shower gel. Ho hum.
Just writing this has helped. I don’t know if this delay in getting a diagnosis is common, but it’s soul destroying watching someone you’ve been with for nearly 50 years disintegrate before your eyes.
Since then matters have moved apace & his symptoms have worsened to the point where he asked me what a toothbrush was & what it was for. He’s taken to wearing 2 pairs of trousers over 2 pairs of longjohns, and his taste in food has radically changed. He’s totally preoccupied by his clothes and the texture of food. At first I assumed he had problems with his memory, but now I’m not so sure. It’s his ability to name things & understand what they’re for that’s disappearing. I’m constantly being asked ‘what’s that’ and ‘where does it go’ (I’m often finding food in the bookcase, because he can’t remember what a fridge is).
Today I lost it and shouted at him after he put clean clothes over dirty ones & refused to have a shower even though it’s been nearly a week since I last persuaded him into the shower. Each day I resolve to be more patient, keep my sense of humour, but knowing that there’s a 19 week wait for an appointment plus a wait for the inevitable scans, isn’t helping.
He’s now in the shower, but I’m not sure if he’s remembered which is shampoo and which is shower gel. Ho hum.
Just writing this has helped. I don’t know if this delay in getting a diagnosis is common, but it’s soul destroying watching someone you’ve been with for nearly 50 years disintegrate before your eyes.