Like mother, like me?
I have walked in Kathryn Heyman’s shoes (“I sit in silence…” Oct 13-14). For more than 10 years I watched as my mother gave way to the alterations in her brain. She did some strange things – eating a whole tin of apricot jam, thinking it was just apricots; stealing a bottle of expensive perfume. There were several incidents every few months that were warning signs. Like Kathryn, I began looking at my own behaviour: unable to find the car in a car park; trouble recalling names. The question still plagues me: will I follow in my mother’s footsteps? Name & address provided