Extreme Knitting Redhead: Deadline missed

Tuesday, March 1, 2022

Deadline missed

I really did intend to do a blog during February but somehow life, and events in general, just got in the way and so I didn't.

So now we have the most dreadful situation. We were just starting to get used to living with Covid, although I know it's going to be with us even though all the restrictions have been lifted, and then Putin decided to invade the Ukraine.

What, really?

The images we see in the News are so harrowing and unbearably sad. Those poor people. The scenes are unbelievable. Women and children fleeing across the borders, some carrying terrrified animals, whilst their men folk head off to defend their country with no training. Ukrainian women and children tying fabric to netting as camouflage to send to soldiers on the frontline.

Children asking what it's all about. They should not have to worry about where they will sleep at night or when they will get some food.

So many sad stories.

I've borrowed this story from Facebook:

My heart goes out to everyone affected by this and my thoughts and prayers are with those affected.

A photographer took this beautiful photo of clouds over Kviv that look as if they've formed into the shape of a Guardian Angel for the people:

I have a folder full of photos of craft, running, Nature etc to upload onto here but I really don't have the stomach for it right now.

God bless everyone affected by this and please know that the thoughts and prayers of the whole civilised world are with you.

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Mum's Story

In 1997 my mother, then aged 81, had a series of minor strokes. Shortly after that we started to notice behavioural changes notably memory loss and confusion over everyday items. We thought it was just old age finally catching up with her. Then she started wandering and had violent mood swings. Although she already lived with us it became obvious that she couldn't be left alone for long and so I left my job to care for her. The next few years saw a gradual decline into the blackness that is 'vascular dementia'. My normally placid mum became violent and aggressive. She had psychotic incidents where she would see imaginary people (children hiding in her wardrobe, Russians sitting on the stairs, women stealing her clothes) and she would shout at them and sometimes throw things too. She was so convincing that we used to go and check that there wasn't anyone there! When my sister died mum did not know who Judy was or that she was her daughter. There came a point when I suddenly realised she no longer knew that I was her daughter and this was a terrible time for me. In the last 2 years that she lived with us, life for us all became almost unbearable as she needed 24 hour care - she couldn't be left alone at all because she would either wander off or hurt herself, she never slept for more than 30 minutes at a time during the night, she became incontinent and incapable of doing anything for herself. Finally my husband and I realised that we could no longer provide her with the care that she needed and she went to live in a special care home where the team did a splendid job caring for her in the last few months of her life. There she lived a zombified existence unaware of who she was, what she was or where she was. It was heartbreaking. She died in March 2005, the day after her 89th birthday.

Thank you for taking the time to read mum's story and I hope you'll dig deep and sponsor me using the link below to help find a way of beating this destructive disease.