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My wife was scared she would get dementia like her mother
‘She was so brave’: Husband’s words after wife killed herself fearing she was getting dementia like her mother
Last updated at 12:13 PM on 28th January 2012
A woman jumped to her death from a cliff top because she feared she was developing the dementia she had seen take a grip of her late mother.
Unable to face becoming a burden on her family, Judith Iles, 60, wrote a suicide note to her husband and son which read: ‘So sorry – I’m turning into my mum – I couldn’t stand that.’
Terminally-ill man offered `return-to-work’ advice
“This sums up all that is worst about the work capability assessments and the processes attached to it.”
Jan 19 2012 Hamilton Advertiser
A MAN in the final stages of a terminal illness has been offered the chance to meet with a Jobcentreplus return-to-work advisor.
The invitation was branded an insult by Elizabeth McGowan, whose husband Stevie was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in 2002.
Former painter and decorator Mr McGowan (51) is also registered blind and suffering severe dementia.
He is bed-ridden and looked after 24/7 by loving wife of 26 years Elizabeth and a team of dedicated carers at the couple’s home in Ivy Place, Blantyre.
Dementia: A small taste of hell on earth
Dementia affects hundreds of thousands of people in the UK, yet few know how it feels. A new awareness course aims to help us to find out
I have been led into a room. It is unlike any I have been in before and I’m not at all sure of its topography.In one corner a television is blaring very loudly. There are other people milling around but I have absolutely no idea what they are doing. Cups and plates are clanking together nightmarishly and the sound is reverberating through my skull along with the disembodied voices that seem to be bellowing at me from the pit of hell.
I could not swear to it but there could be lights flashing somewhere, perhaps a strobe.
All is confusion. Every few minutes I am approached by someone who I can only assume has some kind of authority although it is a struggle to understand what they want. I find myself trying – and failing – to bundle some socks, pour a cup of tea and thread a belt through of a pair of trousers. The smallest task is almost beyond me.
