This afternoon marked a radical change in Maureen’s presentation: from fear to terror.  After we had prepared Sunday Lunch together she said ‘she needed to get back home as her husband would wonder where she had got to’.  I acccepted her reality and she told me that she lived in Coventry with her husband who was a long distance lorry driver.

She was pleased to accept my offer of a lift back home.  I drove around for a short while and she recognised where we lived as we neared home.  I let her into the house and bade her farewell as she entered our home.  She thanked me for the lift and waved me goodbye.

I returned home after a brief chat with my next door neighbours.  Maureen was pleased to see me as she was very frightened and said ‘she had lost her memory again’.  She complained that ‘the hospital had not told her how to get her memory back when she had lost it once before following stroke’. I gave her all the reassurance that I could think of and held her tight.

Maureen ate a good lunch and we watched televison for a while.  As I post this she is sleeping on the sofa.  I hope I am able to get some quality rest tonight.