When Wendy Mitchell was diagnosed with dementia at the age of fifty-eight she had to say goodbye to the woman she once was Her career in the NHS her ability to drive cook & run
- the various shades of her independence
- were suddenly gone Yet Wendy was determined not to give in She was & still is propelled by a need to live in the moment never knowing which version of herself might surface tomorrow In this phenomenal memoir
- the first of its kind
- Wendy grapples with questions most of us have never had to consider What do you value when loss of memory reframes what you have how you have lived & what you stand to lose? What happens when you can no longer recognise your own daughters or even on the foggiest of days yourself? Philosophical intensely personal & ultimately hopeful Somebody I Used to Know gets to the very heart of what it means to be human It is both a heartrending tribute to the woman Wendy used to be & a brave affirmation of the woman dementia has seen her become