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About It's My Time Now

I am a retired adult educator. My wife had a stroke in February 2014 and developed mixed dementia. I was her Care Partner until she passed in October 2025. This Blog has told the story of life as a Care Partner and now focuses on the aftermath of dementia.

Dementia: Having ‘A Once Over’

Image result for Having A Check Up Elderly Woman pictureMaureen will complete the final part of her ‘once over’ this morning when she has her blood and water tested.   Her GP checked her out yesterday finding her blood pressure was slightly elevated.  He also organised a Practice Nurse to swab her troublesome mouth to establish the nature of her infection.  She has now been advised to have monthly check ups on her physical health.

Within a week we will have an idea if an infection is behind the recent changes in her presentation.  It could be a temporary dip or further deterioration in her condition.  Once again I have nothing but praise for the way Clee Medical Centre supported us both yesterday.

We woke early this morning and Maureen decided to get out of bed at 4 am, to make sure she wasn’t late for her blood test.  It ‘s difficult for her to grasp that it is a fasting test at 8.15 am as she wants her Tea Boy on duty but I have managed to persuade her that I have not withdrawn my labour and am merely following Doctors Orders.

At 6 am Maureen was livid as ‘thieves have stolen most of her clothes’.  As this is ‘my house’ it seems I’m complicit in the felony and am under attack for my part in the crime.  My efforts at calming her down failed, so all I left her to rant.  I hope she manages to sleep off her diatribe and we make it to the doctors on time.  It looks like it’s going to be one of those mornings and this afternoon might really put the cat amongst the pigeons.

At 1 pm Maureen’s Advocate will be here for the first time.  She will represent Maureen at the forthcoming Best Interest Meeting where her future care and accommodation will be under the spotlight.  It will be interesting to see if Maureen wants to stay in a place where thieves have open access to her belongings.  I sincerely hope that she is not distressed even further by confusion about who her allies are in the forthcoming deliberations about her welfare!

Dementia: It’s Another ‘No-Brainer’

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There is little doubt that Maureen’s dementia is progressing and the demands on me are increasings.  It is possible there is also a dip in her condition at the moment due to infection: that should be clarified this afternoon at an appointment with her G P.  My priority this morning is to set up rolling respite so that I continue to have the energy to meet Maureen’s needs.  Home-based care is the only option to make sure Maureen is safe and well cared for: I don’t need phone calls telling me the police have found her or seeing her bruised and battered again!   I’m still waiting for details of the action that has been taken against the Care Homes that failed to keep Maureen safe during periods of respite care;.

What I have in mind is to establish a day off every week.  From next week I hope to build around a Wednesday night carer sit so I can have a 24-hour break from my caring role.  The Madhyamaka Buddhist Meditation Centre is little more than an hour’s drive away so my refuge for respite is a ‘no- brainer’ as Kelsang Dorde [pictured above] would say.

We have a busy week ahead with something happening on most days including my 71st birthday on Thursday.  I let an important one pass without any celebrations last year and more of the same is in order in a few days time.  What is the point of causing further distress to someone who no longer has any concept of time, person or place?  As my dear friend, Dorde would say: ‘it’s a no brainer’.

Maureen has been searching for the missing boy again this morning.  Yesterday. she was concerned that her granddaughter had nothing to play with so she put some toys beside her photograph.  She often waves to this little girl, now in her late teens, as she looks out on us from an occasional table in our lounge.

Dementia: Communicating With Carers

Image result for Communicating with carers dementia pictureI have decided to make a copy of my daily posts available to carers on their arrival.  This will give them an inkling of how things have been in the last 24 hours.  I will also suggest how they might approach their time with Maureen. In return, I’m also requesting that they provide a brief summary of how their three hours has gone.

Maureen woke in the early hours of this morning searching for a young boy who she thought had been in bed with her.  At first I though the lad was her son but later she told me it was her grandson.  She searched incessantly for over half an hour and eventually said she must have been dreaming.  I didn’t challenge her reality at any stage of her search and just said I hadn’t seen him.

Once Maureen settled down following her strenuous efforts she was very confused; unsure about where she was and who I was.  An offer of a cup of tea appeared to help matters but she was fast asleep on the sofa by the time I returned to our front room.  These types of incidents are becoming more prevalent and are particularly challenging when you are trying to wake up from a deep sleep.

Our early morning music session on YouTube has brought back a lovely memory.  The first cassette tape Maureen ever bought for me was Working Man:

This song brings back such memories, as Maureen was born in a mining area and tells me she was in trouble as a child for being rude for asking where all the black spots came from on faces of her relatives.

Rita is still singing now and bringing back romantic memories of our early years together.

Update: Maureen woke from a nap at 10 am remonstrating with someone about her finances.  She accused them of stealing all her money and said she ‘hadn’t even got tuppence in her purse’.  It seems it is becoming increasingly difficult for her to distinguish between her dreams and real events.  I will be glad when Girl Every Other Sunday arrives at noon as it is a beautiful day here and I will be able to indulge in some gardening therapy once again.

Dementia: Reliving The Nightmare

I heard Maureen crying at 2 am this morning.  When I asked what was wrong she said: ‘I’ve been having a bad dream’.  Once again she was trying to work out if her only daughter was dead.  After a short while, she said ‘It’s true: she’s dead isn’t she’.

Music is one way of dealing with our grief this morning.

Denise loved Irish music so this one is very appropriate:

She was also was very fond of  Reggae, particularly this one from Bob:

The consensus of opinion is that Maureen’s dementia rules out grief counselling.   To an extent, I can empathise with Maureen’s loss as my first wife died at the age of 29 wasting away with cancer just like Denise.  I know that talking to Maureen about the happy times we spent with her daughter reminds her of a beautiful woman: a chip off the old block!

If distraction is needed this morning our weekly trip to Freeman Street Market should do the trick.  Maureen will be in her element as she chats to stallholders as we buy fruit and groceries for the week.  Then it’s on to Aldi to ensure the in-house chef that cupboards will be well stocked for his exploits.  Clee Medical Centre was excellent again yesterday, with an offer of an immediate appointment for Maureen’s troublesome mouth, which I declined to allow Sleeping Beauty to rest a while longer, so a swab will be taken on Monday.

Oh dear, it may not be the Market after all as Maureen is currently looking out of the window checking on ‘her car’ as ‘she wants to see her mother today’.  She is worried that  ‘if someone takes her car that she wouldn’t be able to go’: another Groundhog Day may be looming as Maureen has no recollection of her mum’s funeral.

Dementia: Biting My Tongue

Image result for biting my tongue picturesI’m getting better at not responding to Maureen when she is being downright objectionable.  Last night was a classic: I’d been doing my best to help calm her sore throat and mouth and she challenged me when I woke after a nap with ‘what are you creeping around for’.  I wanted to say remember me I’m the guy who brought you ice cream a couple of hours ago to try to reduce the pain in your mouth but I decided to say little and let sleeping dogs lie.  This meant leaving all our plans for the evening on hold apart from Maureen’s version of crosswords.

Maureen woke me shortly after midnight to warn me there were insects in the room.  She was afraid to put her foot to the floor for fear of being bitten.  It took me a while to wipe the sleep from my eyes and find a way through her concerns.  Eventually, I persuaded her that we would be safer upstairs in our bedroom where I was sure we would not be troubled by insects.  I slept fitfully after this event and got up very early to carry out some household tasks alongside thinking about how to make our lives simpler.

At 6.30 YouTube is on with the old favourites bringing a smile to Maureen’s face. I’m optimistic that we will be watching a film on Enid Blyton tonight.  I guess there are not many people watching The Famous Five rather than East Enders these days but reminiscing leads in all sorts of directions.

If Maureen continues to struggle with a sore mouth further medical advice is needed.   I’m beginning to think that a swab is needed to establish the nature of her infection. The soreness in her mouth and lips is a chronic problem that causes considerable distress and visual inspection by the G P doesn’t seem to get her anywhere.  Unfortunately, there would be little point in asking him to address her caustic comments:  we already know that dementia takes no prisoners and those close at hand frequently bear the brunt of her frustration.  The only remedy for this aspect of dementia is for me to bite my tongue and keep my mouth shut!

 

 

Dementia: ‘I Know What’s Wrong Now’

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As any reader of the Blog will know I often have misgivings about the work of professional staff who are doing their best to support us.  Shortly after 1 ‘o’ clock this morning when Maureen was trying to resolve where her clothes were, any doubts I a new  Care Coordinator receded when she said: ‘I know what’s wrong now; I’ve lost my short-term memory’.  I have been skirting around this issue for almost three years and thanks to the skilled work of our C C I can now talk openly with Maureen about how we deal with the damage caused by her stroke.  Just for starters, we have decided to put crosswords back on the menu tonight; alongside our normal routines of:

  • Singing with the man:
  • Catching up on the exploits of the Famous Five:

I realise we are very fortunate to be living in this neck of the woods.  The support to someone with dementia in North East Lincolnshire is probably as good as it gets.  However, from my perspective, there remains a missing link that I need to pursue.

I would find it helpful if someone kept a watchful eye on my role as Maureen’s Care Partner: someone to give me line management/ support and supervision.  I’m afraid old habits from my professional career die hard and that is something I need within this labour of love.   Continually being told ‘I’m’doing a great job’ doesn’t do it for me – my response is ‘how do you know?’.  I realise that this need creates further work for professional staff but how else can we know Maureen is getting the care she deserves?

In the absence of  line management/ support and supervision I have decided to post a timely  reminder to myself:

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Dementia: A Real Purple Angel

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I have never met Norman Macnamara founder of Purple Angel but his work is outstanding: the man is an excellent campaigner as well as being a poet.  His writing has helped me to gain an insight into dementia that has been invaluable.   However, it was his suggestions on how to deal with Valentine’s Day that really hit the spot.  Following Normms advice I thought about romantic times we had enjoyed together over the last 25 years: I even found words that Maureen had written that brought tears of joy to my eyes.

I can guarantee that our choice of an old series on YouTube was different to most folk.   It is possible that it followed the sentiments of my mentor pictured above.   We watched the Famous Five On Treasure Island.   Maureen was an avid reader of Enid Blyton in her Primary School years and she loved watching her childhood heroes in action again.

Normms,  your suggestions about remembering the romantic moments in our lives evoked beautiful memories which we will always treasure on our island of love.

Dementia: Every Day Is Special

We will have our usual Valentine’s Day.

The two numbers that follow sum up our feelings on ‘Special Days’:

We show our love for each other every single day. 

Dementia: The Capacity for Love

Related imageI feel better now I have raised my concerns about the way an assessment of Maureen’s capacity to consent to sex was being handled.  It felt uncomfortable that I could be accused of rape if the interviewer established that she didn’t understand the implications of ‘having sex’.    My concern was with both the language being used and the intrusion into our married life.  Just to clear up any misunderstanding here, in my opinion,  married couples don’t need to have sex – they make love. Thankfully, those concerned have belatedly accepted that we are in a loving relationship and feel no need to progress such investigations.

There is no doubt that Maureen lacks the capacity to remember that tomorrow is Valentine’s Day.  My solution to avoid any embarrassment is quite simple: to continue with what we have done for years – recycle old cards.  All I have to do is find the cards we have sent to each other in previous years and both select the one that we want to reuse tomorrow.

It’s my 71st birthday on the 23rd of this month so recycling of cards will be repeated once again.   There will be no sweat over presents, as I will repeat to Maureen what I have said for years: ‘her presence is my present’.   To those who have responsibilities under the Mental Capacity Act, I can assure you we will not be having sex tomorrow or on my birthday!

 

Dementia: A Silly Mistake

Image result for A silly mistake pictureI made a silly mistake yesterday and paid a heavy price. Maureen’s presentation in the afternoon and early evening became as challenging as I have ever experienced.  I should have spotted the signals early on when she just couldn’t settle down and said she didn’t know what to do.  Unfortunately, I ignored her as I listened to Coventry City’s attempt to prevent the inevitable relegation to Division Two.  Then once we were 3-1 down the battle here began to intensify until it became almost unplayable as the evening progressed.

Maureen’s first solution was to try to escape from her confusion and a neighbour brought her back as she strayed onto his drive.  Then she was trying to find non-existent children that had left their belongings here earlier in the day.  We even called in next door to see if the missing charges had found their way there: despite being aware that their offspring had long left home.  On our return home I examined what Maureen was anxious to return a blanket wrapped around a small tray, the contents of a large box of tissues, and a shoe.

Confusion and abusive accusations then reigned for a couple of hours as Maureen hurled abuse at her despicable husband.  Most of what was said had no significance or relevance to our lives together – Maureen appeared to be time-travelling through deeply held resentment from a previous life.  During a break in hostilities, I phoned a family member to suggest that a call might help to ground his mother in a more supportive reality.   However, exhaustion had taken over as Maureen had taken to the sofa and was fast asleep when I returned downstairs.

One further lesson from early this morning is to ensure that Maureen never sleeps in total darkness.  She awoke this morning terrified that shapes were animals that would do her harm.

If things go according to plan today Maureen will be with Girl Every Other Sunday from noon until two and I will bask in the Spa at the Leisure Centre.  A siesta in the afternoon should help us both.  The most important thing today, however, is to avoid the silly mistakes of yesterday!