The best part of my day …

Habibi

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I raced away from a morning I shouldn’t have been working at lunchtime to get the train to Darlington to visit my relative who is in hospital in Darlington for a routine operation that has gone sadly awry. My relative in his 80’s although frail in physical health is of sound mental health and is just shouting at anyone who will listen (and the others who have sadly have little choice) about the Boro midfield and the F1. After calming him down albeit temporarily I ordered a taxi to go and see my Mum at her care home as as she has dementia. What ensued was a further incident where a woman had been assaulted by a taxi driver and asked for help. I won’t go into further details out of respect to the victim.

After all of this I arrived at the care home an hour late feeling very stressed. I eventually found my Mum on the dementia ward as usual wandering around corridors not unusual after 4 years. A member of staff was passing by and my Mum suddenly grabbed her and said “this is my daughter “ At no time previously has she ever remembered who i am and I have always felt that I was grieving for someone who was still alive

That little moment made my day .
 
Dementia is such a cruel disease but it sometimes helps to think of it as just a journey. My mum, about a year after losing her speech, suddenly recovered it overnight. It was like a piece of magic.
 
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