My grandfather suffered from Alzheimer’s and I saw the frustration that it caused for so many – my grandfather, his family, friends and carers. It was so sad when I went to visit him in his care home with my husband and baby son. He didn’t really know who I was, let alone have any idea about the others. I really enjoyed hearing him reminisce about years gone by, and about his family members, but the repetition and humouring him became so difficult. Yet there was a moment of sheer happiness when he held my baby and posed for a photo. I will treasure that moment and that photo. I am in tears as I write this.
I really want to help find answers to this dreadful disease. I started running in March 2019 and am looking forward to running this event in the city I grew up in, and now live in.