Synopsis
The authors are a manager and a trustee with Pilgrim Homes, a group of Christian residential care homes in the United Kingdom. The book first addresses an understanding of the human brain, including the mind/spirit/soul connection. It then progresses through discussions of the symptoms of dementia, possible causes and prevention, diagnosis, treatment and long-term care, and effects on families.
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Dementia, particularly Alzheimer's Disease, has been part of my family's life for twenty years; I've had at least four relatives diagnosed to date. Many of the people I know also have family members or friends who are affected.
This book is quite probably the best of many I have read on the subject, and the only faith-based one. While some of the examples given are specific to systems and agencies in place in the UK, the great bulk of the information is universally applicable to anyone dealing with dementia in some form. It provides adequate and accurate medical information in language understandable to the average reader; practical guidelines to help determine whether symptoms are truly dementia, or some other similarly-manifesting illness or imbalance; and perhaps most importantly, affirmation and hope that even when a person's mind is adrift, his soul is still safely in God's hands and able to commune through the Spirit in ways beyond human understanding.
I would like to be able to place this book in the hands of every family, friend, pastor, and counselor dealing with the challenges of dementia. It achieves a rare balance of practicality and sensitivity, infused with a refreshing and soothing assurance of God's faithfulness.
I don’t remember a time when I couldn’t read; books have always been the lenses through which I view the world. The Book, the Word, the Light, brings into being my very faculty of sight. Some books are corrective glasses, clearing up distortions and bringing into focus all things needful for me to see. Others are binoculars, extending my field of vision to identify far off things of which I would otherwise have only blurry glimpses. Certain books are microscopes, showing me minute particulars which despite their seeming smallness are of vital significance. Still others are telescopes, directing my gaze past this finite world to wonders of the great Beyond. Some books are windows, letting light and air into the rooms in which I am too apt to shut myself up. And some are mirrors, holding up before me the honest reflection of my true self which I would not otherwise see.
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