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Carers like me also need someone to care for them

When Lynette Redwood’s husband was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, looking after him became increasingly challenging

July 29, 2025 16:01
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I lost my first husband when my son was ten years old, and, of course, my son was my priority. I continued working part-time, and after three years, a girlfriend suggested I started socialising again.

I met Stanley at a cheese and wine party at West London Synagogue and was swept off my feet. We were married within eight months. He was good to my son, who was happy to have two parents again.

Stanley was a successful businessman with an extrovert personality. But gradually, he began to change, becoming paranoid. Doctors said they couldn’t help unless he referred himself, which didn’t happen. By then, my son was at university. As the years passed, Stanley became more irrational and aggressive, and I sought normality at work. Eventually, he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and medication helped to keep him calmer.

Victor, a fantastic male carer, visited weekly to help him wash, which was a challenge as Stanley hated water. When I needed to go out, other carers would sit with him, make tea and offer company. It was so comforting to have Jewish Care’s invaluable support, their phone calls, unstinting advice, and suggestions when caring became overwhelming, as – cruelly and insidiously – dementia can erase rational thinking and a lifetime of memories.

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