The heartbreak of DEMENTIA
Sitting on the sofa of an evening, the noise of the TV is all that can be heard between my husband Paul, 61, and me. ‘Who’s that?’ he’ll ask at regular intervals, pointing at one of the characters on the screen and breaking the deafening silence between us. It will be a character I’ve explained to him several times already.
‘Paul was fun and sociable’
Suffering from a rare form of dementia, Paul has changed beyond all recognition and, though it’s been five years since diagnosis, Im trying come to terms with having lost my husband as
