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Tag Archives: dementia care
Slight pause, followed by a collection.
There will be a slight pause. I’m off to stay with my mother for a few days. She has expressed a wish to make very long lists of to whom she wishes to leave her possessions. I will, of course, … Continue reading
Dementia, the basics for carer and family.
As always I am writing from my own experience drawing on being the frontline carer for my mother-in-law and mother, thirty years apart, each with different dementias but some striking similarities. I used the term ‘frontline’ deliberately. Like many major … Continue reading
Dealing with dementia.
Welcome to a new category in the blog. I have been avoiding this for some time because I wanted the blog to be mostly cheerful. The blog, however, accurately mirrors my life and interests, as any blog is bound to … Continue reading
Louvres.
Silly me, there I was mistaking an open window for a louvre blind. I should have known. Naturally the time off has not eventuated, there have been five phone calls a day, as usual and when I rang the hospital … Continue reading
The Monday morning post. (Like the Saturday evening post, except different and here.) (And free.) (And only written by me.) (Etc.)
I was halfway through a cheerful little posting about funerals when I remembered I’d started this blog to make Monday morning happy. I will still post the posting about funerals at some point because I’ve found out some helpful stuff. … Continue reading