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boiled or scrambled?
Recurring patterns? When I needed to eat but didn’t feel like it, my best mate Wendy delivered boiled eggs to my door each day. This was back in 1998. Today, 2017, I delivered scrambled eggs to my mum’s bedside. She ate about 3 mouthfuls.…
Another Door Opens, another journey begins
Dealing with this next journey with mum via writing. Mum not only has Alzheimer’s but now has lung cancer. Even though her memory doesn’t allow her to remember her diagnosis last week, psychologically and physically something has changed.…