My Mum has dementia. I watch as this horrible disease changes this brilliant and talented woman, who gave so much of herself to help others. My husband, my son, my manager and my friends support me and allow me the time to be with my Mum. I still feel pulled in many different directions. I can get a phone call anytime day or night, Mum calls confused, angry, and scared or does not know what is happening and I need to be there. It is also important to have the time to talk and have a laugh or two when things are good. My Mum is not her disease, but it is extremely hard watching her decline and feeling helpless. She is my Mum and I love her.