My first words to my hubby were ‘If I say I’m saying I’m signing up to another 100km don’t let me’ …ha ha! Days later I’d registered my interest in the Peak District 100km
There is only one thing on my mind this morning – the open road.
Deep’s using his radio show to shine a spotlight on dementia and ask the questions that are often left unspoken.
So far Monty and I have raised over £14,000 – people have been very generous, and I’m really pleased to have had support from so many people.
My mum doesn’t have the retirement she deserves after more than 50 years of working life.
My mum started to struggle with life in her early 50s. When her behaviour started to change, dementia was not on our radar, and it was two years before we finally got a diagnosis.
The future is uncertain for me and my family and, to be honest, is probably not too positive. However, the way I see it, we have two choices. We can be passive and allow dementia to wash over us and leave us empty and broken, or we take small steps to improve the diagnosis and treatment of this awful condition for future generations to come.
We have to find a cure so that we don’t have to live in fear that one day we might forget who our father is, who our husband is, our who our child is. There will not be an end to the heartbreak of dementia without that progress.
Rita Pepper’s daughter, Carla Bramall, is 40-years-old and in the late stages of dementia. The symptoms of the rare, inherited form of Alzheimer’s disease began when Carla was just 30. Carla’s father Barry died at 43 from the condition, and it’s also caused the death of her grandfather and uncle, while her cousin, like her, is in a care home. Rita speaks about what their family has gone through.
There’s not a single day that goes past when I don’t think about my mother. She was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s at the age of 49, whilst I was taking my GCSE exams, and passed away just after her 60th birthday.