Goodbye & Hello

As I feel I am finally emerging from the 'mother to a newborn' fog I thought it was time to put pen to paper as it were and bring you up to date with all that has been happening here at geriatric towers.

First the very sad news that my much loved father passed away on 08 Jan 2011, aged just 64.  As many of you will be aware he was diagnosed with Frontal Temporal Dementia early in 2009 and he has now been released from his suffering, as have we, his family.  Unlike any of the more common dementias his was particularly cruel and to watch his rapid deterioration was torturous.  I always feared that there may have been an element of 'locked-in syndrome' to his disease, or that at the very least he may have had an awareness of the situation he found himself in. Knowing that he has now been released from his suffering and is resting in peace has come as something of a relief.  But still, I miss him terribly.

April 2010

On a lighter note, 17 January 2011 saw the safe arrival of my much longed for 2nd son, who shall be known here as Baby Moonbeam.  He was born at 9.07am weighing 8lb 7oz and has been the most chilled out chap ever since.  As his grandad used to say to his brother 'we don't do crying in this house' and both he and his brother took heed. The midwives at the hospital would all comment on how contented he was and I'm pleased to say his impeccable behaviour has continued.  Just need to drop the night feeds and he'll be the perfect baby ;-)   His brother adores him and takes every opportunity to cuddle him, stroke him, hold his hand and always tells him that he loves him when he says goodnight.  I have been truly blessed.

Looking very serious, 7hrs old

I'm sure you can imagine that this last few weeks has felt like quite a watershed in the life of Geriatric Mummy, and as such I have decided it is time to move on.  New leaf, clean sheet, call it what you will but it is time to say goodbye to Geriatric Mummy and hello to The Apprentice Housewife.

I hope you will join me in my lighter, brighter musings on my journey in search of domestic bliss.

Goodbye & Hello

I'm Back...Now Where To Start...

After three and a half months of abstaining from all things of a blogging/tweeting nature I am delighted to say I'm back :D Before I launch into a brief synopsis of what's been going on in my world in this time I feel I should begin with a little explanation.


In the early part of this year I felt myself slipping into a darker and darker place.  Having a history of depression I knew that this was not something that I could allow to happen.  I was finding that every time I sat down to write a blog post I was wanting to talk exclusively about how miserable I was feeling, how much I wasn't enjoying motherhood, how desperate I was feeling to escape it all.  I knew that my beloved readers don't read blogs to be depressed and dragged down and I knew I was in grave danger of doing just this and driving them all away.  And anyway, what do I have to be miserable about ?  I'm healthy, I have a glorious son, a wonderful husband, no money worries.  I feared that people reading all my woes would be thinking just this.  What's more, I was also becoming aware that I was using blogs and twitter to withdraw further from the real world as it was a less painful place to inhabit...escapism.  So, I decided to withdraw from my online world totally, go cold turkey, and force myself to re engage with my real life, and in particular with my son.  I'm pleased to say that whilst it was a struggle, and not an instantaneous solution it did work. I now feel strong enough to dip my toe back in... and here I am.


So, what's been going on?  I'll get the bad stuff out of the way first.  My dad has continued to deteriorate rapidly to the point where, in my opinion, he now needs full time care.  He has recently been into a residential home for two weeks respite care, but is now back at home with my mum who struggles on.  His stay in respite did demonstrate one thing, which was that he is now so poorly that he really needs a nursing home as a residential home is not sufficiently staffed to cope with his needs.  He turned 64 in April.


Wonderful husband and I have had a lovely few months.  We went to Marrakech in April for 5 days, we went to Le Manoir aux Quat' Saisons for 2 nights in June to celebrate his 40th birthday, we went to The Waterside Inn for dinner (also for his 40th birthday celebrations) and we've been to the Amalfi Coast in Italy for a week in June.  All without Star, who was holidaying in Devon with my family and having a fabulous time.  I really have been living the high life and it's been wonderful.  Oh, and the sun has been shining ALOT which is almost better that all of it :D


If you were thinking that the news couldn't get any better I've got to tell you that you are mistaken as I've saved the best till last.  Today I am 12 weeks and 1 day pregnant :D  Earlier today we went up to Harley Street for a super duper 12 week scan with the famous, god like Professor Stuart Campbell.  At my ripe old age we walked into the room with a Down's risk of 1:64...scary, but after the prof had measured and monitored just about everything we came out with a risk of 1:1124, sufficiently low that we don't feel the need to risk an amnio.  Oh, and did I mention...IT'S A BOY!  I am SO happy as I desperately wanted another boy as Star has been an absolute angel and my main reason for wanting another baby is for a sibling, and playmate for him.  I think that a same sex sibling is just perfect for this and look forward to many years of cricket, football and rugby in the garden.


Well, apologies for such a long post but there was alot to say.  I will do further posts with more details on all of the above as I know it was a bit of a whistle stop tour but wanted to give you all the headlines.


So until next time...keep smiling :D

I'm Back...Now Where To Start...

The Gallery - Outside My Front Door

I decided to take this literally so here are two photos, the first outside my front door, the second outside my front gate....

So, firstly, hands up, we are a pair of petrol heads here at geriatric towers.  I know it's not pc, but in my defence we don't do a high mileage in these cars (we have a golf for that), and the 4x4 is a necessity for a baby and two weimeraners...an estate car doesn't cut it I'm afraid.  Enough of the excuses, we love them.  The 'little sporty number' belongs to The Daddy and is his pride and joy.  The Tank is mine, all 5 litres and V10's of it and I love it.  It's luxurious to drive, feels very safe and secure, but is a wolf in sheep's clothing when you put your foot down.  Fan-bloody-tastic it is :D  I can't tell you much about the Daddy's car as I've only driven it once round the block, and to tell you the truth I prefer mine.  I also don't like the thought of the assumptions some people make about people that drive cars like these.  We have been very fortunate to have had some very lucrative years of late, and we enjoy the spoils that it has afforded us.  It doesn't mean that we are any different in our attitudes and values, and as you all well know we have problems in our lives just like anyone else...

This is our front bank, and you can probably just make out some daffodils starting to flower.  You may also be able to make out that they seem to be more dense at the far end.  This makes me smile every time I see them.  Unusual for me with my OCD tendancies, but there is a reason for this.  These bulbs were planted by my lovely Dad just over two years ago.  It was before he had been diagnosed with early onset dementia.  But this is the evidence that his decline had already started.  As someone, like me, with perfectionistic tendancies, he would typically have made sure the bulbs were perfectly distributed across the length of the bank.  However his organisational skills were already letting him down, and what you see here was the result.  You may think it odd that to see it makes me smile, but it's the fact that it's a lasting memory, every spring, of my Dad being his old helpful self.  Always capable, always willing.  It was probably the last 'helpful'  thing he was able to do for me, so I am grateful to him, and smile in appreciation of his efforts... 


This post was written in response to Tara's Gallery prompt 'What's outside your front door?' Why not hop along to Sticky Fingers and take a look at the other entries?

The Gallery - Outside My Front Door

Hereditary Dementia - Would You Want To Know ?

 As you may have read in an earlier post, last year my father was diagnosed with a type of dementia at the age of 62.  I have considered posting about this many times, viewed from many different aspects but each time I have chosen to push it aside.  Having just had my parents staying for a week it is once again in the forefront of my mind and this time it's coming out...be warned this could be a long and depressing post.

My mother had been convinced there was something wrong since before his 60th birthday. The reason his diagnosis took so long was that the type of dementia he has is rare.  Twice he was visited by a psychologist who set him tests which he passed with flying colours.  The explanation my mother was given was that he was just relaxing into retirement and was 'under-stressed', the implication being that without some stress we can't fully function.  Finally he was sent for a brain scan and our fears were confirmed.  Whilst he remains physically very fit and well,  my lovely Dad has already left us.

Dementia, in all it's forms, is a terrible disease and one for which there is very little, if any treatment.  Worse still, relatively little research is being done to find a cure.  If you are unlucky enough to get dementia, Alzeimers is currently your best bet.  There are drugs to delay the progression, and as it's by far and away the most common strain, most of the dementia research is aimed at Alzeimers.  Sadly my Dad doesn't have Alzeimers.  He has Frontotemporal Dementia, a type of pre-senile dementia.  It's called pre-senile as it effects people between the ages of 40 and 65.  One study found the average age to be 56.1 yrs.  I will post another time about the symptoms and how this effects the family as it is quite different to that which people generally associate with dementia.  It can also be an inherited condition with strong links in families.  Whilst we don't know the type my grandmother, great grandmother and great great grandmother all had dementia...

I'm sure you've guessed where this is going.  Will it be me ?  I am 40 already, and Star is only 1.  Have I passed it on to him ?  Should I have another baby and risk passing it on again ?  How long have I got ?  Will I stay well to see grandchildren ?  To see Star marry ?  To see him graduate ?  To see him finish school ?  To see him start school ?

I feel I've been living in the shadow of this since my father was diagnosed early last year.  The initial panic has passed but I think about it at least two or three times a week, sometimes more.  Every time I forget something...what did I come upstairs for ?  What was I saying ? Every time I drop something...one of Dad's early symptoms was clumsiness.  I don't feel as sharp as I was...is this the result of being a SAHM ? or the pregnancy brain loss not recovering ?  Every time something like this happens the thoughts cloud in... is this the start of it ?  I try to keep busy... with Star, with blogging, with tweeting, anything to keep my mind from wandering...and wondering.

One thought that crosses my mind is whether I would be better off knowing.  Do I carry the genetic blueprint to develop this disease?  Or to pass it on to my children ?  I worry about it now, so maybe if I was to be tested I could either breathe a sigh of relief, or start making plans.  But could I live with knowing what was awaiting my family and me ?  At the moment I have decided not to find out as I just think that to know, whilst watching my fathers decline, would be too much.  But I haven't ruled it out forever. 

We have been told that my Dad has, at best, a year of any kind of quality of life, after which he will almost certainly need full time nursing.  So this year my sister and I are trying to ensure that he does as much as possible.  Last week The Daddy  and I took my parents to Cirque Du Soleil and Chinatown, next month my sister is taking them to Mousehole in Cornwall for the weekend.  In  the summer we are all planning a big family holiday and I'm sure there will be other things organised.  It's very difficult to know how much he takes in, or appreciates, but he seems to enjoy these things, at least superficially, at the time...

If you suspected you may have inherited an incurable, untreatable disease would you choose to face the demon head on, or would you run and hide ?

Hereditary Dementia - Would You Want To Know ?