My experiences with my very best friend, which may be of some help to others, living
My lovely wife of 54 years was diagnosed in 2012, and for a couple of months, she thought that I was a stranger. She would often lock me out of the house, so I went to a garden centre or to the park, and phoned her.
She was very friendly and asked me to come home, but when she unlocked the door, she would say, "Oh it is you," and promptly kick me out. Not always, but often.
One night I came downstairs to find 5 policemen in the hall with a snarling Alsatian, and another policeman by the patio doors and back door to the garage.
She had gone to a neighbour opposite, and told him that there was a stranger in the house! I just told them that she suffered from dementia, and they stood down.
About a couple of years ago a dementia nurse told me that it would only get worse, but I said that everything is far better than it had been, on my journey.
I kept checking the Internet for anything that could slow the disease, and spent a lot on Fiji Water, Coconut Oil, Circumin, B Vitamins, Omega 3, and various other "snake oil" remedies, to no avail.
To end on a happier note, she does know me, and has done for many, many months, and I still love her company. She is always losing jewellery, which I keep replacing, because she is still the love of my life.
She goes to DC ( or play school as I call it,) and our 3 daughters keep pressing me to agree another day. I keep resisting, because I really hate it when we are apart. We have had a lifetime of being together, and I could never imagine a life without her.
Apologies if you think I am suffering from verbal diarrhoea!