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.
Tag: Frontotemporal Dementia
Kicked in a stomach by a horse
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
Love is stronger than dementia
Throughout my childhood my Dad was travelling and worked long hours to provide me with amazing opportunities. It’s fair to say I was and am a ‘Daddies girl’ and I’m not afraid to admit it.
