I heard my name called the other day when out with the dog. It was a friend of my wife and former work colleague who we haven't seen for years, although living within 10 minutes walk of one another. The jungle drums had been beating and this person had only that day learned from another friend that my wife was in care. Coming hotfoot to give me support or, more likely just to find out more, the friend listened over coffee whilst I gave a brief rundown of life with dementia from my perspective over the last 5 years or so.
"We'll go to see her sometime soon. I wonder if she'll recognise me ..." they said. I wasn't surprised by this as this particular friend has always needed to be liked and it would 'hurt' them to be forgotten. I didn't say that the chances of getting anything like a coherent response would be low, as sometimes my wife has surprised me with sudden bouts of lucidity. A visit by 2 old work colleagues might perk her up. I have a feeling though that when they realise what she is like it will be a one-off.
I wasn't surprised either to be asked whether I would go on living here or sell the house. Why would I want to move?, said I. The house is too big for me but it has been home for over 19 years, is in a lovely area, and all the facilities that I need are close to hand. Why indeed?, I thought but didn't say, when any capital released would have to be shared with my wife, with her share then disappearing into the ongoing costs of her care. Not what I would call prudent financial management.
"We'll go to see her sometime soon. I wonder if she'll recognise me ..." they said. I wasn't surprised by this as this particular friend has always needed to be liked and it would 'hurt' them to be forgotten. I didn't say that the chances of getting anything like a coherent response would be low, as sometimes my wife has surprised me with sudden bouts of lucidity. A visit by 2 old work colleagues might perk her up. I have a feeling though that when they realise what she is like it will be a one-off.
I wasn't surprised either to be asked whether I would go on living here or sell the house. Why would I want to move?, said I. The house is too big for me but it has been home for over 19 years, is in a lovely area, and all the facilities that I need are close to hand. Why indeed?, I thought but didn't say, when any capital released would have to be shared with my wife, with her share then disappearing into the ongoing costs of her care. Not what I would call prudent financial management.