Jojo, back problems are no fun. I lost my Mom to Alzheimer's at 79. She was diagnosed at 67. I personally believe she gave up after my Dad died when she was only 58. Sad.
It's funny you say that Vickie. Looking back with hindsight, the little pointers started with mum when she retired, she seemed to lose her identity.
She was widowed when I was 3 weeks old, I was an only child and back in 1950, we didn't have this 'sit back and live on welfare' culture we have today.
She went straight back nursing and through sheer hard work climbed the ladder to have a high powered job. She always looked so smart. Hair set every week, a well tailored business suit, shoes and handbag always matching... you know the sort of thing? Gradually she has descending into vascular dementia.
She has gone from a UK size 14 dress to a 22 because she gorges food, and wears horrible old canvas size UK 8 shoes because the weight has splayed her feet.
We pay to have her hair set every week and she goes straight back to her room and puts a wet comb through it. The home is wonderful and the staff magnificent but she is a very difficult resident. Her will is still one of iron...a hold over from her real personality. She is in adult nappies and to be honest, I feel that my real mum died years ago and this stranger is just living in her body.
She lived with us until she was just too dangerous to herself and others. Our daughter used to be her whole life and it was hard on her when her granny started ignoring her.
WELL! That's cheered everyone up hasn't it
I am dreading weigh in on Saturday morning, I shall be happy if I remain what I was last week after the week I've had.How's everyone?
Busy day for us today. A neighbour has to go away for the day and we are going to pick her 3 kiddies up from school. It is a residential private one, and you can smell the money when you walk through the door... which looks like it has come off Westminster Abbey. We always feel like country hicks with straw in our hair when we go there!



Did you feel that?
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