ALZ Blog

ROUTINE, ROUTINE, ROUTINE

Once we were back home life became very much about routine, as long as I didn’t do anything to deviate from his normal routine, Alan was becoming more mellow, less aggressive and I realized he was now in the next stage of this terrible disease.  My soul sisters Jackie and Rashanee were extremely supportive – ... Read More
 

NOISE IS A PROBLEM

We spent the remainder of our vacation at Mudeford in the Hotel, getting into a little routine of going for breakfast, seeing friends for a short while, going for a walk, then invariably Alan was so exhausted by entertaining, he usually dozed off.    I’d arranged with various friends just to come and visit us ... Read More
 

Alan and Oscar

After driving his sister back home, I then drove back down to the Hotel in Windsor, where we stayed the night.  Alan loved it there, looking out over the rolling lawns down to the River Thames, and even asked if we could live there.  The following morning, I took him up to Windsor Castle, where ... Read More
 

TRYING TO JUMP OUT THE PLANE

Finally, we were packed and ready to go – I’d given Alan the medication from his Neurologist to calm him down on the flight, and he seemed very happy.  I’d arranged with his Sister that once we landed in UK we would pick her up, and then I would drive down to Mudeford, where we ... Read More
 

IN LOVING MEMORY OF A GATOR

Alan had always been a smoker, but he never smoked inside the house, preferring to sit outside in the garden and look out at the lake and wildlife – regardless of the weather, he would sit outside.  Since this was an ingrained habit, even with the disease, he continued to smoke. The little lake we ... Read More
 

ALLY PALLY

One day while talking to Alan’s sister, I asked her what his nickname for her was when they were children – she paused in thought and then said “Ally Pally”.  I burst out laughing  how could my dear, dear, man who didn’t appear to be aware of what was happening on a daily basis and ... Read More
 

JUMPING FOR JOY

I’d started to talk to Alan suggesting for his 70th birthday in May,  we go on a trip to England, so  he could see his Sister, get together with old friends and visit his beloved Mudeford.   He was still acting as my shadow following me everywhere; so one day when I pulled the passports ... Read More