Alison has also been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. She is 56 years young and lives with her husband in Surrey. Her poem captures our daily struggles perfectly…..
Words were my friends, my tools, my anchor.
I used them to explain, to justify themselves.
I delighted in them. Rarely were they troublesome, argumentative: squaring up to me.
No picking a fight, no challenges to my carefully selected members of the alphabet to take their places in a sentence.
They didn’t pretend to be something they were not.
They didn’t lie about their importance.
They were there to be used and to delight….
But nowadays my brain (such as it is) lets me down, and with it my raison d’etre
No playing about.
Just focusing on getting the letters in the right place, and the sentences in the right place and trying not to duplicate anything.
But now it is so hard…and it makes me so sad.