I don’t often reblog stuff, but this is something a lot of people need to see and to think about. Few people are as honest as Mary and she deserves to be heard.
This is a dementia related post I’m afraid, but it’s also, kind of, a warning. As I’ve probably said before, but I’ll say it again, the reason I write the posts about my dad are because most of us have no idea what happens when a person gets Alzheimer’s. Usually, we hear that someone has been diagnosed, they tell people, you meet them around the place and they have memory problems but seem more-or-less OK otherwise, and then they disappear. The next thing that happens is that five years later, you learn they have died. I’ve never known what happened between that point when they stop going out into society and the point at which their death is announced.
Now, I am learning, so I am sharing, as I have done all along, because I hope it might help someone.
Dad tipped suddenly and completely into full on swearing, spitting…
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