By Dr Ranjana Srivastiva of Life Matters
When I visit the Raabes at their home, Edwin meets me at the door.
Patricia then emerges from inside the house and greets me warmly, taking my hand in hers.
She is every bit the gracious hostess, asking me if I had any problem finding my way, offering me a drink and leading me to the dining table.
Then she says, ‘Now what was I just going to say? I hate how I forget.’ And then, in response to another question, ‘it went away, it just went.’
I am reminded of her slowly worsening Alzheimer’s disease.
Pat tells me she’s ‘with it most of the time’.
“I feel I can remember past things and I still have enough in me that I haven’t got to go to that level… of care,” she said.
Ed, whose manner is calm and patient, says they are managing at the moment.
“It’s something you get used to. You’ve got to live with the sorts of problems that Patty’s got,” he said.
“She had to hand in her car license, she can’t drive a car anymore. She’s been taken off the electoral role… things like that. But apart from that it’s quite manageable at the moment.”
Throughout my time with her, I am struck by her lucidity about some things and her complete lack of memory about other things.
‘I don’t like dementia.’
The Raabes, both in their 70s, have been married for 53 years and have three adult children.
When she was younger, Pat was a busy working mum. As well as looking after her family, she managed a busy medico-legal psychiatrist’s practice and enjoyed her work. She also had an active social life and a wide circle of good friends.