Sitting in the doctor’s surgery, we were desperate for answers. Me and my three sisters, Ruth, 32, Hat, 30 and Tilly, 26, had noticed that our mum, Laura, 63, had been a little scatty recently.
One time she had cooked us all a shepherd’s pie, but she hadn’t cooked the mince.
‘We think it’s depression,’ the doctor told us, but we knew that couldn’t be right.
Then, after a number of trips to the doctors and multiple tests, we had a diagnosis.
The underlying cause of your problems is due to Alzheimer’s disease, we read, as we all huddled around the letter.
Mum had a rare form of Alzheimer’s Posterior Cortical Atrophy (PCA) - there was nothing we could do.
It had been such a hard time for Mum.
She…
