One in three people born today will develop dementia. My dad was one of them.
We lost Dad in February 2020, but in truth, we lost him over and over again for eleven...
Lynn & Wendy - Altitude with Attitude,
Alzheimer’s...
My husband has been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s at the age of 67. He is very low but the help we get is invaluable. I am doing this in the hope that we can help...
I’m running for my Dad and my sister in laws mum....
My grandma in littlehampton has dementia me and my...
I am running for my grandma and her best friend. 2 years ago she lost her best friend of 80 years to dementia And since has been struggling, she lost her best friend...
This April, I’ll be running the Brighton Marathon...
When I was born my grandparents travelled over to help my parents out with the new baby. Only, my granddad was more concerned with finding a new pair of shoes. than he...
Over the course of December, me and Rosie will be...
My London Marathon Tribute to Mum.
This endeavor is...
I’m supporting Alzheimer’s Society for someone...
My amazing Mum lost her fight against this awful...
One in three people born today will develop dementia. My dad was one of them.
We lost Dad in February 2020, but in truth, we lost him over and over again for eleven years.
Medical definitions like "memory loss" and "aphasia" feel like insults compared to the reality we lived. Memory loss isn’t just forgetting keys; it is forgetting your wife’s face, forgetting how to chew, and forgetting how to exist. Aphasia isn’t just silence; it is the torture of being in pain, hungry, or terrified, yet having no way to tell the people who love you.
Nothing prepares you for this. No pamphlet warned us that the disease would strip away every shred of dignity. It was a nasty, slow-motion surprise that love alone could not fix.
I share this gruesome truth because silence helps no one. We are facing a crisis where there are currently four cancer researchers for every one dementia researcher. This imbalance is fatal.
My discomfort in sharing this story is worth it if it fuels change. Please, help us correct this imbalance. Your donation today funds the vital research and treatments we so desperately need to stop this heartbreak
We lost Dad in February 2020, but in truth, we lost him over and over again for eleven years.
Medical definitions like "memory loss" and "aphasia" feel like insults compared to the reality we lived. Memory loss isn’t just forgetting keys; it is forgetting your wife’s face, forgetting how to chew, and forgetting how to exist. Aphasia isn’t just silence; it is the torture of being in pain, hungry, or terrified, yet having no way to tell the people who love you.
Nothing prepares you for this. No pamphlet warned us that the disease would strip away every shred of dignity. It was a nasty, slow-motion surprise that love alone could not fix.
I share this gruesome truth because silence helps no one. We are facing a crisis where there are currently four cancer researchers for every one dementia researcher. This imbalance is fatal.
My discomfort in sharing this story is worth it if it fuels change. Please, help us correct this imbalance. Your donation today funds the vital research and treatments we so desperately need to stop this heartbreak
Natasha
Lynn & Wendy - Altitude with Attitude,
Alzheimer’s and dementia are close to my heart because they took my dad, Ian, from us long before he passed away in 2017. For many years, we watched as the disease slowly changed him — not all at once, but in small, painful moments that added up over time.
To raise money for Alxheimer's society, I am taking on the challenge of climbing Kilimanjaro in March 2026 with my friend Wendy.
We are both excited, nervous, and determined to complete this challenge.
This climb is not just a personal goal for us; it’s also an opportunity to raise funds and support causes that truly matter to us. The climb will certainly take us out of our comfort zones, but we believe it's important to push boundaries and challenge ourselves – no matter your age!
Alzheimer’s and dementia are close to my heart because they took my dad, Ian, from us long before he passed away in 2017. For many years, we watched as the disease slowly changed him — not all at once, but in small, painful moments that added up over time.
To raise money for Alxheimer's society, I am taking on the challenge of climbing Kilimanjaro in March 2026 with my friend Wendy.
We are both excited, nervous, and determined to complete this challenge.
This climb is not just a personal goal for us; it’s also an opportunity to raise funds and support causes that truly matter to us. The climb will certainly take us out of our comfort zones, but we believe it's important to push boundaries and challenge ourselves – no matter your age!
Lynn
My husband has been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s at the age of 67. He is very low but the help we get is invaluable. I am doing this in the hope that we can help others in the same situation. He is so upset by the illness hopefully there will be a cure on the horizon.
Wendy
I’m running for my Dad and my sister in laws mum. Dad was diagnosed last year. With Dementia and I’ve seen my strong father figure demise and become more confused and it’s horrible. If I can help in any small way I will. So as I’ve just recently started running I decided to challenge myself and complete the 100 mile challenge in 30 days to raise as much funds as I can for Alzheimer’s society.
Andrew
My grandma in littlehampton has dementia me and my partner would like to do a run from Bideford quay to college park in Bideford on 30th January
Niamh
I am running for my grandma and her best friend. 2 years ago she lost her best friend of 80 years to dementia And since has been struggling, she lost her best friend twice. I wanted to run and raise money in memory of her lovely best friend and show some love to my grandma because we all love her more than words
Lily
This April, I’ll be running the Brighton Marathon in support of the Alzheimer’s Society — a cause that’s deeply personal to me. My grandad was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, and we sadly lost him last year.
Watching his strength fade while his kindness and humour remained was both heartbreaking and inspiring. I’m running to both honour his memory and to help others affected by this devastating disease.
Every donation, no matter the size, brings us one step closer to better support, research, and hope for families like mine.
Watching his strength fade while his kindness and humour remained was both heartbreaking and inspiring. I’m running to both honour his memory and to help others affected by this devastating disease.
Every donation, no matter the size, brings us one step closer to better support, research, and hope for families like mine.
George
When I was born my grandparents travelled over to help my parents out with the new baby. Only, my granddad was more concerned with finding a new pair of shoes. than he was me, his new grandchild.
Until his death when I was a teenager, a lot of my experiences with my granddad consisted of reminding him of who I was. My parents would have to give him the run down of how old I was and what I was doing before I could start any conversation- that is if I was able to have conversation at all.
My granddad had alzheimers.
When he died it took me a second to realise that that would be all I ever got to experience of him. My parents and my cousins all shared stories of their experiences with him, I saw photos of him younger, heard stories of his life and his work, got a look at this man, this doctor, this scientist- and I couldn't recognise him. I never got to know Dr John B Mallett, Alzheimers wouldn't let me. But I'm still running for him.
Until his death when I was a teenager, a lot of my experiences with my granddad consisted of reminding him of who I was. My parents would have to give him the run down of how old I was and what I was doing before I could start any conversation- that is if I was able to have conversation at all.
My granddad had alzheimers.
When he died it took me a second to realise that that would be all I ever got to experience of him. My parents and my cousins all shared stories of their experiences with him, I saw photos of him younger, heard stories of his life and his work, got a look at this man, this doctor, this scientist- and I couldn't recognise him. I never got to know Dr John B Mallett, Alzheimers wouldn't let me. But I'm still running for him.
Callum
Over the course of December, me and Rosie will be taking on a 200-mile run challenge (100 miles each). This will be in memory of our Grandad John who we sadly lost last Christmas to Alzheimers disease.
Alzheimers disease is a progressive type of dementia which slowly destroys a person's memory and independence to the point they become a shell of their former self. It took years worth of memories with our Grandad away from us, and it broke our hearts to watch someone we love so much, fight the illness which pulled him further and further away from us.
Our Grandad was diagnosed with Alzheimers at just age 57 which is so young! He was loved and looked after for many years by our Nan, until 2019 where he spent 5 years in specialist care homes. As the disease progressed, things became incredibly difficult to the point me and Rosie were advised not to visit him anymore. Not being able to see your own Grandad for 5 years even though he is so close is a pain impossible to put into words. Missing someone who's still alive is its own kind of grief, and those years apart were some of the hardest for us both.
We're running to honour him on what's been the first year of our lives without him, and to support other families facing the same cruel journey. What we went through as a family last Christmas is unimaginable and to see the things we saw; the pain he was in and the reality of what this illness had done to him is something no one should experience, as it is something that always sits heavy on our chests at the thought of it.
No one deserves to lose someone they love like that, and no one deserves to watch Alzheimers disease strip away a loved one's memories, their personality, and their spark.
After everything that has happened this year; me and Rosie feel a great sense of comfort knowing we're doing something that honours Grandad and even if little, helps others going through the same. 💙
Alzheimers disease is a progressive type of dementia which slowly destroys a person's memory and independence to the point they become a shell of their former self. It took years worth of memories with our Grandad away from us, and it broke our hearts to watch someone we love so much, fight the illness which pulled him further and further away from us.
Our Grandad was diagnosed with Alzheimers at just age 57 which is so young! He was loved and looked after for many years by our Nan, until 2019 where he spent 5 years in specialist care homes. As the disease progressed, things became incredibly difficult to the point me and Rosie were advised not to visit him anymore. Not being able to see your own Grandad for 5 years even though he is so close is a pain impossible to put into words. Missing someone who's still alive is its own kind of grief, and those years apart were some of the hardest for us both.
We're running to honour him on what's been the first year of our lives without him, and to support other families facing the same cruel journey. What we went through as a family last Christmas is unimaginable and to see the things we saw; the pain he was in and the reality of what this illness had done to him is something no one should experience, as it is something that always sits heavy on our chests at the thought of it.
No one deserves to lose someone they love like that, and no one deserves to watch Alzheimers disease strip away a loved one's memories, their personality, and their spark.
After everything that has happened this year; me and Rosie feel a great sense of comfort knowing we're doing something that honours Grandad and even if little, helps others going through the same. 💙
Ben
My London Marathon Tribute to Mum.
This endeavor is set for the most meaningful date: April 26, 2026, which would have marked my mother’s 80th birthday.
Mum passed away in 2023 after a fierce, long battle with complex forms of dementia: Frontotemporal Dementia (FTD) and Corticobasal Syndrome (CBS). FTD impacts personality and language, while CBS affects movement and memory. Understanding what "hard" truly means shifts when you witness someone you love facing these conditions every single day.
Now, I'm running my first official marathon for Alzheimer's Society with a 10kg Shield! to honour her memory and fight for change. I’m determined to make every mile count, aiming for a £2500 fundraising target.
running this race with a 10kg Shield also 😅
I am running to honour her memory, raise awareness for these complex conditions, and generate vital funds for the Alzheimer's Society. Every contribution supports groundbreaking research and helps ensure other families receive the expert information and support they desperately need.
This marathon is dedicated to her fight and our shared hope for change. This is truly for my mum and other families. 🦋
This endeavor is set for the most meaningful date: April 26, 2026, which would have marked my mother’s 80th birthday.
Mum passed away in 2023 after a fierce, long battle with complex forms of dementia: Frontotemporal Dementia (FTD) and Corticobasal Syndrome (CBS). FTD impacts personality and language, while CBS affects movement and memory. Understanding what "hard" truly means shifts when you witness someone you love facing these conditions every single day.
Now, I'm running my first official marathon for Alzheimer's Society with a 10kg Shield! to honour her memory and fight for change. I’m determined to make every mile count, aiming for a £2500 fundraising target.
running this race with a 10kg Shield also 😅
I am running to honour her memory, raise awareness for these complex conditions, and generate vital funds for the Alzheimer's Society. Every contribution supports groundbreaking research and helps ensure other families receive the expert information and support they desperately need.
This marathon is dedicated to her fight and our shared hope for change. This is truly for my mum and other families. 🦋
Jamie
I’m supporting Alzheimer’s Society for someone incredibly close to my heart — my mum. She was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s at just 52 years old, five years ago. At the time, none of us imagined it could be dementia. We thought the changes we were seeing were down to menopause. She was back and forth to the GP, trying to understand what was happening. It was only when her colleagues at the accountant’s office where she worked began noticing things too that we realised something more was going on.
After going through the dementia assessment, she was officially diagnosed in October 2021. Life changed from that moment. My mum’s partner became her full-time carer and did everything he could to keep her safe at home. He carried so much on his shoulders, and even when things became extremely difficult, especially earlier this year, when she stopped sleeping and her symptoms rapidly worsened, he kept going, quietly coping alone for five months before asking for help.
Now, she is in an assessment hospital, and we’re watching her deteriorate. It’s heartbreaking to see my mum unable to communicate properly, unable to ask for her grandchildren, unable to be the woman we knew. There’s a particular kind of pain in wanting to pick up the phone to tell her about my day and knowing I can’t, a grief that comes in waves, even though she’s still here.
This journey is one I never imagined we’d face, and it’s why I’m supporting Alzheimer’s Society. No family should have to feel this alone, this lost, or this helpless. I want to raise awareness, raise support, and honour the incredible woman my mum is, and all the families going through the same heartache.
After going through the dementia assessment, she was officially diagnosed in October 2021. Life changed from that moment. My mum’s partner became her full-time carer and did everything he could to keep her safe at home. He carried so much on his shoulders, and even when things became extremely difficult, especially earlier this year, when she stopped sleeping and her symptoms rapidly worsened, he kept going, quietly coping alone for five months before asking for help.
Now, she is in an assessment hospital, and we’re watching her deteriorate. It’s heartbreaking to see my mum unable to communicate properly, unable to ask for her grandchildren, unable to be the woman we knew. There’s a particular kind of pain in wanting to pick up the phone to tell her about my day and knowing I can’t, a grief that comes in waves, even though she’s still here.
This journey is one I never imagined we’d face, and it’s why I’m supporting Alzheimer’s Society. No family should have to feel this alone, this lost, or this helpless. I want to raise awareness, raise support, and honour the incredible woman my mum is, and all the families going through the same heartache.
Lowri
My amazing Mum lost her fight against this awful disease back in June.
I'm swimming 10k in the London Marathon Swims for her and for the 10 years she bravely battled.
I love and miss her so much.
This one is for you Mum xx
I'm swimming 10k in the London Marathon Swims for her and for the 10 years she bravely battled.
I love and miss her so much.
This one is for you Mum xx
Amanda
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