During our adventure yesterday the Activities Organiser at my mum’s Care Home begged me to think of myself. I have known this woman for a long time as she was a mature student at a local Community College where I managed adult learning opportunities. She asserted that I needed to look beyond caring for Maureen: that something would happen that would mean I could no longer look after my dear wife.
Our visit to see my mum followed calling in to see my brother in his Nursing Home. He only woke for a brief period of time as we sat by his side doing all we could to gently wake him. As always he treated us to his beautiful smile and chuckled briefly before he drifted back to sleep. Perhaps his morning shower had worn him out as he seemed exhausted; continually yawning, as he slumped comatose in his favourite spot in the dining room.
Maureen loved seeing my brother: remembering our last visit when we both danced holding his hand. Unfortunately, we couldn’t put on a similar performance yesterday but we managed to give mum her usual treat. She campaigned for a trip out as she always does when you go to see her. The Ice Cream Man was not on duty at a local park but the Cafe was open and she assured me that her kit-kat special would not spoil her dinner. When I took her back to her seat in the Resident’s Lounge she begged me not to leave her, so I told the familiar white lie that I would be back shortly.
When I look back at what I did next I’m not sure who I was thinking of – it certainly wasn’t Maureen. We made it to a local pub on time where I had arranged for her son to meet us along with her granddaughter and son in law. Their arrival was staggered and Maureen had some special time with her son before the others arrived. She clearly loved seeing them all and the attention she got from one particular friend in the pub.
Maureen is worn out and very confused this morning. I will never repeat what I coaxed her into yesterday. We are both too old to endure long car journeys and busy schedules in Coventry or anywhere else. It isn’t myself I need to think about it is both of us!
Maureen is not at all pleased with me this morning. She thinks I’m conspiring to get rid of her and stealing all of her possessions. I’m not pleased with myself when I reflect on what I coaxed her into yesterday: particularly how little time we spent with my brother and mother. How can I justify rushing way from my nearest and dearest, who both have dementia to meet with other family members? If that had happened to Maureen I would have been fuming!
There is one positive outcome from our adventure yesterday: it has strengthened my resolve never to put Maureen into a Care or Nursing Home!


When Maureen woke early this morning she was very sad feeling unloved and a nuisance. She was beside herself with her loss of independence and her reliance on others. Her feelings are not surprising when you reflect on such a capable woman now being limited by dementia. I hope my assurances that I loved her and would do all I could to help her rediscover her capabilities and enthusiasm for life had some impact.
I had a stark reminder early this morning that I’m trying to do too much. Last night I was so exhausted that I went to bed at half-past eight and left Maureen to her own devices. Five hours or so later I found her sitting on the sofa looking terrified and desperate to relieve herself but no idea where to find the bathroom. She was so relieved in all sorts of ways to see me, particularly as there had been ‘a strange man in the room again’.
I’m optimistic that within a month there will be some good news to report from this neck of the woods. Our difficulties have originated from the national approach to vascular dementia: there is no treatment available. This means you are almost left to find your own way on this hazardous journey; even if your personal history adds a layer of complexity to your route. It has taken a while but there is now recognition that being cast adrift is hardly a person-centred approach to care in Maureen’s situation.
