It is 7 years ago this week that I was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s Disease at the Queens Medical Centre, Nottingham.
My life and outlook to it, changed in an instant that day… I was given heart monitoring and within three weeks put on medication that I now have to take for the rest of my life.
To make matters worse, if you’ve followed my Alzheimer’s story, you’ll be aware that I was actually caring for my mother and stepfather who both had the illness in the later stages… my stepfather has since died and my mother is in her care home getting the best help that she can.
I have had my ups and downs in the last seven years… the wobbles, the anger, the emotion – but I’ve got a care package in place now with the social services and have a support worker help me weekly and have everything in place for when the inevitable ‘oblivion’ happens, whenever that may be.
I have had my PIP award claim been successfully allowed after a long, 5-month wait since having to apply for it and the interview with the medical assessor.
Today I received the news that I am to get enhanced mobility and enhanced care as from 27 July – which has been a massive relief because the wait has been very stressful… however, it is over with now and I can get on with my life without any more worry about the financial strains that have occurred for many with the transition from DLA to PIP.
My late aunty… Jean Mary Bolter
The funeral of my Aunty Jean took place yesterday at the Mansfield Crematorium at 1pm.
Her immediate and close family were there to say goodbye to her in a lovely, simple service, as she would’ve loved it.
She was also late for her own funeral – and the fun of that was that she was never a good timekeeper and that seemed appropriate for her… because that is who she was, and who I loved her for.
Be at peace Aunty Jean… I love you and always will xxxx
Last Friday we buried the remains of my late stepfather’s ashes in the town’s local cemetery, bringing to an end over a month since his passing, the grieving process and moving on…
It was a very simple ceremony with no religious undertones. Just the undertaker with a casket for his ashes and a simple burial plot in the ‘cremation graves’ at the cemetery.
There was 10 of us there – we all took it in turn to hold the casket with his ashes in and think of something special about him, and then his two daughters (my stepsisters) placed the casket into the grave and we all threw a handful of burial soil onto it…
Onwards and upwards now, but with love and special memories of a very wonderful man, who I was proud to call my second ‘dad’.