My mother was diagnosed with dementia in Sep '04 and while initially all was well the family started to become concerned about whether she was rembering to feed herself properly by the end of '05. As I was unemployed at the time I got elected to return to the highlands of Scotland to keep an eye on her for a while - hardest job I have ever done in my life and I might post about at a later time.
Having left the hills almost 30 years before I was surprised at how easily I adapted to small town living, helped by the people, smells, views and pace of life.
Another major factor was getting my broadband transferred up there and what became a daily fix of blog reading about the lives of people from all around our small globe. This gave me a feeling of being connected to another community and definitely kept me sane and smiling.
So this is my thankyou to everyone out there who helped me without even being aware of my existence.
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Trust me, I live in the middle of a densely populated urban area with the 4th highest murder rate in the country.
I'd give about anything to be in a small town in Scotland right now.
Slàinte mhòr agad!
Hang in there. I will add you to my prayer list. My family went through something similar with my grandmother last year. She was born in Stirling, by the way. :)
Wow, two cute red headed lassies of Scottish extraction - I must be doing something right.
To give you a quick update we had a home care package put in place in January and as all seemed well I returned South to try to find work at the end of March.
2 weeks later there was an "incident" and she had to hopitalised in a specialist dementia unit.
She was moved into a care home in our local town in June and has settled in really well. Her short term memory has gone but she still recognises friends and family.
I said that I would write more on all this later - and I will when it all feels a lot less raw.
In the meantime join me in a Guiness at 19:00 EDT :)
Now I'm reading YOUR archives - I'm so sorry to hear about your Mother. Those types of illness seem the most cruel. Blessings on your whole family.
You may have stumbled upon it, but I'm of Ozark hillbilly extraction, and the only ancestor I know of any farther back than our Civil War was a great x? grandfather who came here after fighting and losing all his brothers at Killiecrankie.
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