People new to caring for dementia-sufferers might be dealing with a husband or wife, or, fucking hell, deep breath, a daughter, a son...
I've already struggled, valiantly, with keeping Christmas and New Year as normal as possible. Birthdays roll around with lower levels of difficulty.
Christmas dinner is a bitch to arrange for all the usual Fussy Eater food-related reasons. Birthdays and other occasions are easier to handle...
Then, it's a question of the right gift, a suitable card...
And that brings me to Mother's Day. I'm looking after my mother as I type. She's ensconced in a warm well-lit room, eating soup and watching a DVD of one of her favourite concerts.
Things are good, right now. How did I make them better for her today? By giving her a Mother's Day card that's highly visual and memorable.
This isn't about Mother's Day. It's about privacy. Writing a book about dementia as a carer, I know privacy is IMPORTANT. I also know it's thrown out of the window, in depicting the whole saga.
As an author, blogging about dementia under another identity, I safeguard the privacy of someone who needs that protection.
It's impossible to post photos. And yet. I can post this one. Someone in the photo has been obscured, to protect privacy. I am making a point about privacy, true.
But I am also illustrating a point about making occasions normal, and memorable for someone who has trouble with normal and memorable. A big eff-off card does the trick, nicely.

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