Dementia, Mum and Me

What a difference a comment can make. Ok, so Dad always referred to me as 'sensitive' in a negative manner. Yes, perhaps those comments helped me to become sensitive in the first place, with so much criticism being thrown at me growing up. Then paranoia can creep in. "You always take things to heart." I was told. Actually, this can be a good thing. Being passionate. I have raised my two children to embrace who they are, however other people look at things. That said, a simple comment from an onlooker can definitely change how you feel. Over on my other dementia blog, which I definitely can't seem to get back now, I wrote a post about someone telling mum she doesn't have dementia! Remember that one?  I was furious! Well, the past few days have seen some similar emotions come bubbling to the surface. Off to Turkey Smiling despite being confused Gatwick airport is fantastic for Special Assistance and I have created a Youtube video all abou...

If you followed the blog previously, you will know I'm trying to do my best for mum as we progress with dementia. There is a common phrase of 'living well with dementia' which I have heard the professionals use.  It says what it does on the tin. Now, do you wrap her in cotton wool and not actually let her live or do you sometimes push some boundaries to fill life to the brim while you can? I'll quote someone clever who no doubt reads this blog and won't mind me using her phrase, "Would you rather be the one looking out the window watching all the others conga down the corridor? Or would you rather be in the Conga?" Speaks volumes right there! Remember Tommy Cooper and the famous way he transitioned from this earthly life?  On stage, with people laughing.  Everyone at the time said what a fabulous way to go.  Doing what he loved. Yet here I sit, listening to her coughing while i tap away on the keyboards (writing for so many reasons, not forgettin...

This is annoying but a bad sentence to start a blog about.  A blog post which is supposed to infuse positivity. Yet Siteground are the hosts who have taken down my website (I refused to pay them the hundreds of pounds they wanted to host my site for another year- so in theory, my fault) and I can't get it back without paying them more money.  Sad really as this held memories of my writing from our adventures with mum which was the whole reason I started a blog. To remember the journey from diagnosis to crossing over.  They won't give me back my writing and it's made me feel a little sad. So, in case you don't know, running a blog costs a lot of money and time.  But it's something I love and can't get enough of. Sometimes you will see some links on the blog which have affiliate links to them. This means if you click them and buy something, it helps to earn a few pennies on the blog so over time we hope this will help to finance running the blog (it doesn'...