Luckily no one in our family has suffered with this dreadful illness but I have seen first hand the effect it had on a lovely gentleman and his wife that I knew. He started suffering with it, she was determined to care for him at home and as a result her own health suffered and she passed away a year after he'd died. Some days he would ask her who she was and why was she in his house, he would sometimes manage to get out of the house and wander off up the road and walk into any house he could. He could get quite nasty at times too. Up walking around the house in the night, so of course she was awake too. One day he told me he was going to visit his brother and nephews, told me all about them - where they lived and what they did - thought it odd I hadn't heard about them before. Asked her and she said he didn't and had never had any siblings. Meal times became a nightmare as he often wouldn't eat. She just never knew what he was going to do next.
Seeing how she struggled to do her duty, as she saw it, was heartbreaking. We tried to persuade her to find a care home but she wouldn't. It affects the carer as much, if not more sometimes, as the sufferer.
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