An Alzheimer’s or dementia diagnosis is never an easy one to accept. It’s filled with uncertainty for the future, worry for your family and sadness for the person you once were and the memories you might lose. But for me, as well as all these emotions, my diagnosis came, surprisingly, with relief.
I began to struggle with my memory around 2013 when I was 43. A forgotten word here, a tea gone cold there – nothing too serious – but soon I was finding myself catching buses and not knowing where I was when I disembarked. I had a partner and two children and my personality
