I wish to thank my writer friends who have nudged, nay, gently pushed me, persistently encouraging me to take up this daily writing challenge. Each day we write a blog post themed on a letter of the alphabet, beginning with the letter A on April 1, continuing to the letter B on April 2, the letter C on April 3 and so on. We take Sundays off.
This year, via the prodding of friends, I have chosen to revisit and write on a theme throughout: Dementia — my experiences as sole caregiver to my mother, Emma, whom, for a decade, I watched slowly slip into insensibility. So, each day this April, I shall tell you how I, the once contented bohemian writer, the lazing lion in the sun, now confronted with yet another issue — Oh, no, NOW what’s she doing? What was that crash?! — one I had no idea how to handle, had to spring into action, do something and learn to become the lion at the gate.
I hope you will accompany me throughout this journey, laugh a little, cry a little, simply like my stories and gain some insight into caregiving for a loved one with dementia, or any illness, at home. You know, the scary thing is that if you are not now a caregiver, the odds are you will be, and, later, who will serve as your caregiver? Somehow, I have faith we will get through this thing together.