all dementias progress
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Written by suew 24. Aug 2007 06:38 PM
I just had a visit from a dementia worker. She came to me via a referral from the rehab unit Ray was in after the fall which gave him the fractured pelvis and cracked hip socket. The group have an outreach team aimed at post-stroke not post-injury so maybe they thought referring me to a dementia worker would at least fix one of our many problems.
As most workers do she came with the best of intentions. But after she listened to my story of caring for Mum and now for Ray she admitted I probably knew as much about the management of the disease as she does. She was pleased I had joined dementia support groups on and off line and that I was seeking to educate myself as much as possible about the disease and how to care for a person with the disease.
There really is not a lot a worker can do. The funding is so low that the five hours I get now plus Daycare on Mondays is probably all I will get. Having the worker's phone number is reassuring if I ever need someone to come out and discuss further options.
I will need to explore other options as the disease progresses. Already we are at the stage where something Ray could do quite easily last week he can no longer do this week. The gaps are widening and the good information is falling into that No Man's Land known as "the areas of white matter" that we see on the MRIs.
I wish I had a magic wand and could wind back time or at least make it stand still but I can't do that. And so the disease will progress, Ray will gradually lose his abilities and his personality and only my memory and those of a few close friends will hold all those precious thoughts about what made him the lovable person we knew. It is sad but it is the way life is.