Another meeting is arranged tomorrow, this time with the psychiatric nurse connected to the local council’s Adult care Team.
I spoke with her on the phone about Mum’s continued forgetfulness and also about a few odd things she’s said to the carers.
She’s eager to get some blood tests done and, after these, perhaps an MRI.
Having a definite diagnosis is always a comfort.
The uncertainty we had with Ashley and the relief we felt after a Specialist was brave enough to diagnose is not a time I care to repeat.
Her lack of short term memory may have been something she’s disguised over the last few years but with her denying that visits and medications have taken place it is much more evident and harder to hide.
She loves the attention when it’s going on but we are mindful of these few weeks being an assessment and not the long term she requires.
The actual care will be formulated, put out to tender and contracted to a local provider,
We’ve also been looking into Power of attorney but are wondering if it’s necessary given the size of her estate (tiny) and the measures we’ve already taken.
It feels like a full time job at the moment and has uncomfortable similarities to sorting things out for Gill’s Mum in her decline.
Both of us are weary but still focused on getting her the right level of care.
It’s half past three here in chilly Bury, Lancs, and school is just letting the kids out. Our nice quiet house will be full of noise again in a few minutes with reading books, shoes and coats scattered about and a roast chicken tea in the oven.
Heather will be home from college just as Ashley arrives in his school bus. Jo is staying at High School to do some extra work and little cerys will burst through the door any moment now.
I love it.
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