There is plenty about dementia that makes me choke. My dad died of it four years ago and it’s still raw enough to upset. I can’t watch any dementia-themed film, even if Julianne Moore is in it. But today I’ve choked up for a different reason.
Since my father’s death, my mother, Sheila Wainwright, has been a tenacious campaigner and fundraiser. She wants to ensure that people don’t have the same bewildering, inadequate “care” that we had.
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