My name is Wendy and I am 54 years old. Prior to my diagnosis (which was 3 years ago) I was working full-time as a Payroll Officer and I was a sole parent with my 22 year old daughter living at home.
It was in my work place that I first noticed something was not right. I had been in Payroll for 18 years and couldn’t remember how to do back pay or remember the meetings that I had attended. So after becoming quite concerned about what was going on at work I went to my GP of several years.
My husband was diagnosed 4 years ago with Alzheimer’s as a result of my noticing speech repetition patterns developing over a period of a few months. There are some excellent services available to people suffering from this dreadful disease but I feel that there are some areas which need addressing urgently especially in the light of the burgeoning number of cases diagnosed each year.
Michael grew up in the South-West of England, living in the fishing villages of Cornwall and Devon.
He enjoyed an active outdoor life.
A natural ability in art took him to art college, which was then interrupted by his conscription to the British Air-Force, where he was chosen to be a Fitness Instructor. From there he was recruited to be trained in the newly developed Diploma in Remedial Gymnastics, to help rehabilitate severely disabled ex-servicemen.
I knew Izaac for 13 years. We met when I was 63 and he was 69. From that day there was a bond between us. In later years Zac said that it was providential that we met when we did, and that was when the seed of love was planted, which slowly grew, blossomed and continued to flourish.
The meadows were purring in tune with my mind, occupied in recognising the perfumes of the night. How alive was I!
The sun finally bowed into the sky on fire, my body crouched under a tea-tree, a tear of joy tickled my nose- “ I exist” I cried out.” Today I am free. A bright new day." In the distance, the humming of the ocean.