My mother was diagnosed with vascular dementia in 2010. This is a blog about coming to terms with her absent mind.

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

I'll have what she's having

The hospital are keeping Ma well medicated. She's on the list for surgery in the morning and is not in any distress at all. But possibly somewhere near Pluto right now.

During a brief moment this afternoon when she woke up long enough to realise we were there:

Hello mum. How are you? Can you feel any pain?

I don't think so

Well you'll feel much better after the operation

Are you having an operation?

No, you are.

Am I? Where??

Here. In the hospital.

What for?

You fell yesterday and broke your hip.

Did I? I don't remember that.

Oh well, don't worry about it. Have you had some lunch?

Yes I had some brushes.


The fallout from this is likely to be quite marked. Notwithstanding the mobility issue, which I hope will be minimal, this is exactly the sort of thing to generate a noticeable decline.


  1. Oh, Lord, Bee. I didn't realise. Thoughts with you, sweetie. Try to get a little rest in between visits. Silly thing to say really, but do try. :) x

  2. Thinking and praying for you both - I'm sure the concern about a decline won't help you rest...and I suspect you'll be right in the consequences... Hugs Bee. xxxx

  3. Ah bless bless bless her. That did make me smile. Hope there is more smooth than the rough. x

  4. Thanks all - I'm now thinking about zimmer frames and/or wheelchairs. And planning to hijack the wheelchair...