People have looked at my blog and questioned how I can possibly have dementia. They wonder how someone with a diseased brain can possibly write so fluently. I’m thankful that part of my brain isn’t broken, that while words lose themselves on their way out of my mouth, the written ones make it on to the page before it’s too late. It’s sad when the things you continue to do make people question whether you have dementia. They’re not inside my brain to hear or see the hallucinations. Would it make them feel better to see me on a foggy day, the type where I curl up under my duvet and hide away from the world? Would that make the disease fit better into the pigeonhole they’ve allocated it?

So many times reading this wonderful memoir, I wanted to give Wendy Mitchell a standing ovation for continuing to find ways to live well and happily, despite the system, her employers, and people around her doubting her. Really many gave up on her when she was only in the very early stages of early-onset dementia. The assumptions that her life is done, finished, do more harm than good. Wendy is down-to-earth, inventive and resourceful in how she copes. Now, do I think everyone can have such a positive attitude? Perhaps not, many wouldn't have the opportunity, but it's wonderful to see how Wendy again and again turns expectations on their head. Everyone should read this memoir; it teaches you not only about the experiences of someone living with dementia, but also how our important language is when talking to (or about) someone with a disability or illness. This book was also really well structured and put together, with the help of a ghostwriter Anna Wharton, and that makes it a very easy and enjoyable read. I will be recommending it to many and I wish Wendy all the best in her quest to make the most out of life. Fantastic!