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“They’re killing me.. get me out of here”: Scandal of death of a 90-year-old dementia patient due to NHS failings
I just wish we could have nursed him at home.
When dementia sufferer Robin Melville was admitted to hospital after several falls at home his family hoped he would be nursed back to health. But two weeks later the 90-year-old died after falling from his bed, which had been raised 4ft off the ground and left with the guard rail down
The grandfather suffered brain damage, a fractured skull and broken ribs in the fall before dying from pneumonia. Bosses at Portsmouth’s Hospitals’ NHS Trust dispute that Mr Melville had died because of the fall in 2009. But now, after a three-year legal fight, the hospital has apologised and paid compensation.
Dementia singing groups aiming to branch out
A group which runs successful singing sessions for people with dementia and their carers has officially launched as an organisation in its own right, as it aims to help set up more sessions.
Kim Briscoe Saturday, October 27, 2012
10:00 AM
Come Singing started four years ago as an offshoot of a Norwich Alzheimer’s Society singing group, but now offers 17 sessions a month in care homes, day centres and for the general public in Northfields and Marion Road in Norwich, in Costessey and New Costessey, Colney and Wymondham,
Heather Edwards, from The Avenues, set up the first session as her father had dementia and as a music lecturer for the University of East Anglia she could see how people with dementia responded to music and search shows that musical memory survives relatively well in dementia.
I’m losing my husband to a mistress called Alzheimers
Laurie Graham’s husband no longer remembers their wedding, his address or even ever being diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease
By Laurie Graham
PUBLISHED: 02:01, 27 October 2012 | UPDATED: 02:01, 27 October 2012
My husband is leaving me. No dramas, no slammed doors — well, OK, a few slammed doors — and no suitcase in the hall, but there is another woman involved. Her name is Dementia.
Let me tell you about my husband. He’s 66 years old. At first glance you’d say he looks very well. A little rumpled perhaps, and a bit slow-moving but when he troubles to wear his preferred silk bow tie and his felt fedora he still cuts a figure.
