Monthly Archives: September 2014
Hope..
Posted on September 30, 2014 Leave a Comment
As defined by Oxford dictionary; Hope – Grounds for believing that something good may happen.. Alzheimers in its cruelty is not a disease that gives you much hope. As a degenerative neurological disease it is designed to take every last inch of the person it has set its sights on. First it takes things like […]
The war of 2am…
Posted on September 25, 2014 1 Comment
At 2am Martha is awake, moving, muttering and turning lights on. This meant at 2:03am I am awake, moving, muttering and following the lights. After I yell for a minute or two to try and get Martha back to bed I concede, get up and find her on the couch. We both sit in the […]
Parenting the Parent
Posted on September 19, 2014 2 Comments
As Martha and I go through the journey that is Alzheimers it becomes more evident that our roles have switched. Looking into the past I realize I am now repeating much of my own Mother’s behaviors as a parent, on my own Mother. I remember being a teenager and Mum repeatedly telling me to get […]
Part 2 on depression… snippets of life
Posted on September 15, 2014 Leave a Comment
This time last year I was in preparation for heading to Rarotonga with my mains from 463… For me it was a mixed experience, on the day that we were leaving the 19th September was also the day that my beloved child hood home was going up for auction, it had been almost three months […]
I love a good list… Here are 5 things I want to share with the world… <3
Posted on September 4, 2014 1 Comment
After what has seemed like a massive move and struggle to establish ourselves in The City of Sails I have learnt a lot, struggled a lot, smiled a lot, laughed a lot and eaten a lot. There are so many things that I want to share with you all but I have whittled it down […]
A letter to my… Martha
Posted on September 2, 2014 3 Comments
Dear Martha, Over the past year I have gotten to know you differently. I am now your full time carer. At the mall the other day I repeated Mum 5 times and I couldn’t get your attention. But when I said Martha, you turned and smiled at me. Your smile made me happy and sad. […]
Me, Martha and Alzheimer's 