Yesterday Grietje presented me with a big bunch of flowers and a gift voucher for a book. When I asked what I had done to deserve it she showed me a booklet about dementia, in which she had underlined the following sentence: “The illness will make someone with dementia barely able to appreciate all you are doing for him or her.” “I’m thanking you in advance.” “That’s not necessary.” “No, it isn’t necessary, but I’m doing it anyway.”
