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Jack was sitting on the balcony of his Penthouse; he was sipping a Chablis as he watched the sun disappear into the sea. He had a fantastic sea view. Jack was forty, single but active. He had a law and an accountancy degree. For ten years, he had worked in the City as a high powered trader. He had made millions. He had an extensive property portfolio which enabled him to live very comfortably. Six months ago, his parents had separated; Jack's mum, Jill, had asked Jack if she could live with him. She told him that she wash and cook for him. She had beautiful foresight; she even said that she would be very discreet when he was entertaining ladies.
Jack was so happy as his mum was an excellent cook and housekeeper. Jack had many valuable antiques in his apartment; it would have worried him if an outsider was involved in cleaning them. Mum then joined him on the balcony; mum loved her wine too. They then sat and talked there and finished the bottle. Jack got a shock as mum couldn't remember where they had lunch last Sunday. She also seemed a little confused about what day it was. Jack thought that it might have been the wine as they had finished two bottles between them that evening.
They were both going to bed early. Jack phoned Bill, his doctor; he told him what had happened and asked if mum could have dementia. Bill replied, "Jack, I'm seeing a patient in your apartment block at nine tomorrow morning. I should be with you say nine-ten, make me a cup of tea but make sure I have got the chance to have an informal chat with your mum. I'll say that I wanted to talk with you about the surgery that I rent from you."
Jack was pleased that he had phoned Bill. Bill arrived at five past nine. They all sat in the kitchen drinking tea which mum had made. Fate played its hand, Jack's phone rang, it was a wrong number, but it allowed Bill to have a long chat with mum. Fifteen minutes later, Jack heard Bill moving; Jack went into the kitchen then Bill said, "That was wonderful; Jill and I had a great chat. Jill hasn't had a Medical for over five years. She is going to come to the surgery at twelve. Jack, I'll talk to you later about the other surgery; thanks so much for the tea."
After he had left, mum said, "Bill is a first-class doctor, silly me hasn't had a Medical for so long. He's going to give me a full medical at twelve; I had better have a bath now, so I'm bright and shiny for it."
Jack was relieved when mum said this; she still knew what she was doing. Mum went for her Medical; she came home an hour and a half later. She was delighted. She told Jack that she had her blood taken and every test imaginable. Mum was happy that she had gone. Mum needed to go to the butcher for this evenings meal. Five minutes after she left Jack's mobile rang, it was Bill, he said, "Jack, your mum's very healthy but she's got early dementia, can you come to the surgery as I have got a few papers which can give you advice. My best advice is to change her diet and make sure that she has plenty of exercise."
"Bill, thank you, I'll come now. Can I cope, or would it be better if I put her in a care home?"
"Jack, that's why I want you to read these papers. If you put her into a care home, she'll be dead within two years. She's lucky to have you. Physically she is in excellent condition for a sixty-five-year-old. She's a body that a fifty-year-old would love. Come now, and I can spend some time with you."