The time had come we were sat in the waiting room. I relived pretty much every appointment I have had before, the sights, smells, I even remembered all the conversations and the staff – suddenly it all seemed uneasily familiar.
Anyway the poor professor having asked the question was in no way ready for the answer. All my thoughts, my emotions and the rationale behind my need to find out came running out of my mouth like a tsunami.
We decided as a family when Dad was diagnosed that life was all about living well with dementia. It was also about making memories and this last day of sailing with Dad will forever be remembered as one of our best.
I asked myself, minute by minute, everyday and the weeks turned into months. I wavered and agonised over whether to have the test or not. I started to feel as the time passed that I could not escape the question. My gut feeling was I want to find out.
In another way his diagnosis was a relief. There was an explanation for his behaviour, a rationale behind his thoughts, a reason why he had suddenly decided to walk 6 miles across Ashdown Forest in the dark