My Experience of Alzheimer's Disease

Death smells of p*ss, as simple as. You come into the world as you go out, in pool of bodily fluids and functions as your torso and organs surrender before your brain, the instructions somewhat confused and ignored. When I go around my mums in the hot summer it's the lingering smell of urine that reminds me my dads gone, not the sun stained photos or gold clubs in the attic. We ripped all the carpets and beds out to get rid of the smell but it's always there on a hot sunny day to remind you what's coming to us all. When dementia strikes they know what things are but not what they are for, the bath the toilet (for number ones and twos) you their prison guard. ...  Read the complete review

This is something that is very close to my heart and is something that I have never been able to talk about. I do not even know if I will be able to manage to get to the end and submit this review but I will try my hardest. We first noticed that something was wrong with my grandma when I was just 15 years old. We were all in bed one night at home when I heard the phone ring, I then heard my Mam quickly get out of bed and start getting ready. My instant thought was my Grandma. I was always a grandma's girl and was closer to her than I was with my own Mam. Although I love my Mam very much it was my Grandma I wanted when I was poorly or fell oven and hurt ...  Read the complete review

Its a fact, you hear of some dreadful illness, and dismiss it thinking its the sort of thing which happens to other people. I heard a discussion one day on the t.v about alzheimers disease, and like most, didn, t give it a second thought, it was just too awful to contemplate, Well it has happened to my family, not once but twice,and I would like to tell you from the laymans point of view how it has affected us. My Aunt Jean, a very talented and gifted artist, loving Mother of four, with a great sense of humour, and fun, who doted on her grandchildren, sadly was to seccumb to this incurable living hell. At first, it was hardly noticeable, ...  Read the complete review

I know that this is the season to be jolly but it isn't always an option for everyone so I am going to bite the bullet and write what is possibly the most difficult review that I have ever written. I do not intend to go into any medical details here about what Alzheimer's is and how is develops - suffice it to say that it is a degenerative brain disease for which there is no cure. In July 2005 my wonderful dad finally lost his battle with Alzheimer's disease at the age of 81. I have already written a review telling you all about him as a person but now I am going to tell you how the disease affected him and what we did to help him. I am hoping that ...  Read the complete review

I remember the last time my grandmother really spoke to me. I was 8 years old and about to board the train home to London from Manchester. " I love you and I really miss you, you know?" she said with tears in her eyes, holding my face in her hands. I was too young to understand what provoked this sudden sentimentality. However, when I travelled with my mother to visit her again 4 months later, it was plain that she did not recognise me at all. I now realise that moment at the train station was my grandmother saying goodbye to me. The poor lady knew that she was deteriorating fast and that by the time I was there, her mind would be gone. My Nan (as I ...  Read the complete review