Thank Canary I’ve just received a letter from the hospital asking me to go in for a prostate biopsy. That’s worrying enough but my point is that a mention of this to my wife means little where before, pre dementia, I would have been supported and hugged. I’m on my own. In fact, if I was really on my own I’d probably be better off. Since not recognising me as her husband I suppose I’m a just a nice man with a problem.