Now it begins

8^th February 2011: D day – d for diagnosis.

Dad’s GP rang.  I wanted to discuss some concerns arising from a long general assessment at the hospital which we’d attended together.  Dr S slipped in the “d” word in passing and I picked her up on it. 

“You mentioned dementia”, I said.  “Is that a diagnosis?”

“Yes it is.”

“Is that vascular or Alzheimer’s?”

“I can’t tell, but at his age it makes little difference.”

Dad is 86.  You’ll be learning more about him as we go.