In a time abound of the health tips that claim to be able to keep us healthy until we are a hundred years old shall be read Wendy Mitchell. She lives healthy, regular löprundor, fifty-six years old, known on the job as the one who always remembers the nurses complicated rosters without even having to write them down. But that feeling of cotton in her head she had the last time faze her. A run always tend to get her to be clearer in my head, she sets out on her usual route.
It is not surprising, stuff like that happens, but there is something strange with the case.
Then, one day, driving her car and suddenly can not swing to the right, slows down, run too slowly, the other cars honk. However, the muscles do not obey.
She goes to the doctor, thinking anxiously of all the possible diseases it could be. The doctor smiles understanding, and believe that it is stress, it is, we are all older and more tired, completely normal.
Afterwards, it is easy to add the puzzle. But it is delayed until Wendy Mitchell gets a stroke before the health care examine her properly, and two years after the first case make the diagnosis of Alzheimer's disease.
surprisingly long time, with the sudden minnesbortfall where she stares at the computer screen, goes blank in the head, forget the words, forget the context, doesn't recognize her when she is outdoors. Ordinary chores become impossible, she has loved to decorate if at home suddenly can not at all get the curtains in place.
Wendy Mitchell, writing together with the journalist Anna Wharton, manage to register all this in the smallest detail. She describes how it feels, how long it takes each time before she realizes that it is abilities, she loses forever. Logically, she put up important photographs at home, the memories that shall appear to be, she adapts everything she can after the disease.
Poignantly she says how nice it is for her to live alone, without any distraught husband who thinks the most sorry for himself and gets frustrated angry with the sick person.
No great despair, no bottomless pit of sadness that the old life is over.
the grandeur and weakness of her book, because it is so incomprehensible that she is so coolly distant. How can she manage to formulate themselves in writing, despite the fact that the century will be so affected? But the writing works, she blogs, become active in the Alzheimer's Society and traveling around in England to tell us about the disease.
Businesslike, she explains her way to organize a life in chaos. The cell phone has an app for that adult daughters should be able to see where she is, she prints out lots of pictures from the net before she leaves, writing directions, writing carefully in his talk. Otherwise she would lose itself irreparably on the road. The part of the brain is not working.
Sometimes it isn't. Sometimes, the days are empty, black holes.
She hit the other alzheimer's patients who are married. Poignantly she says how nice it is for her to live alone, without any distraught husband who thinks the most sorry for himself and gets frustrated angry with the sick person. Wendy Mitchell is forced to do everything yourself, and will not be passiviserad.
Solitude is not always the worst option.
It is a scary, unusual and immersive story, and but of all is that Wendy Mitchell manages to keep the same mild, stubborn tone when she once again rebukes the outside world. No, you do not need to treat the demented as if they are stupid. It is a disease, no reduced intelligence.
it is important, she conveys. Sick people should not be separated from society, for all people can get sick, and most people feel better by being included.