There were signs before the diagnosis, however it’s probably easier to see them now with the benefit of hindsight.
Shortly after mum moved to Auckland, she surrendered her driver’s licence – which I’m thankful for now. She wasn’t a fan of driving and particularly with the roads up there, so we didn’t think it was that odd at the time.
There were probably some more signs at work that Mum wasn’t quite herself. We did a lot of cooking demonstrations together and I noticed that she had a pen and paper with notes that she started to read from, which was a bit odd. She used to rattle recipes off easily and always had everything on the go at once during our cooking demonstrations. We just put this down to her getting older. I remember one book launch – at the last minute she said she wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t do it, so I went ahead by myself. It all went fine, but it was all a quite out of character.
A more prominent sign that things weren’t quite right, was Mum’s anxiety around events. Whenever there was mention of appointments, travel arrangements, dates and times, she got increasingly anxious. Her growing anxiety was the thing that prompted us to go and get a medical diagnosis.