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AWARD-WINNING STAGE AND SCREEN CHOREOGRAPHER<br />
ARLENE PHILLIPS<br />
TELLS THE HEARTBREAKING STORY OF HER FATHER’S<br />
DESCENT INTO ALZHEIMER’S AND CALLS FOR MORE<br />
RESEARCH TO GIVE OTHERS HOPE FOR THE FUTURE<br />
Choreographer and former<br />
Strictly Come Dancing judge<br />
Arlene Phillips spent years<br />
caring for her father<br />
Abraham, who suffered from<br />
Alzheimer’s disease. He<br />
died aged 89 in 2000.<br />
Arlene is a supporter of<br />
Alzheimer’s Research UK<br />
and presented BBC1’s<br />
Lifeline Appeal on behalf of<br />
the charity this month<br />
I’m approached all the time,<br />
whether I’m taking part in a<br />
fundraiser, making a speech or<br />
even just walking down the road, by<br />
people who want to share their story<br />
with me. There’s not a person I talk to<br />
about Alzheimer’s who hasn’t known<br />
a family member – a grandma, an<br />
aunt, a parent – who has been affected<br />
by it in some way.<br />
For me it was my father, Abraham.<br />
He was an extremely bright man. He<br />
was forced to leave school at 14 so<br />
never had a good education, but he<br />
read avidly. We lived in North London<br />
but he’d be in East London every day,<br />
looking at second-hand bookstalls,<br />
walking back home with bags full of<br />
books. He was politically minded,<br />
wanting everyone to understand<br />
about poverty and the working classes<br />
– quite table-thumping!<br />
We were brought up in Manchester,<br />
but eventually dad moved to a flat in<br />
London near me, so I was in constant<br />
contact with him, as was my older<br />
daughter Alana. Over time, I began to<br />
notice things about his behaviour.<br />
He’d turn up at the house and not<br />
remember why he’d come. Then he<br />
started to get lost and I had to put my<br />
phone number in every pocket of<br />
every article of clothing he owned. I’d<br />
visit his flat and he’d have a can of<br />
baked beans on the hob, over a flame,<br />
not even open. It could have<br />
exploded. I don’t know what it was –<br />
luck instinct – but I’d often arrive<br />
just as a disaster was about to happen.<br />
Things got worse. He became<br />
accusatory – “Somebody’s been in the<br />
flat and stolen money” – and I’d say:<br />
“But I’m the only one who has keys.”<br />
But he’d be insistent. It started to get<br />
difficult because I’d argue with him –<br />
terrible arguments about things going<br />
missing, or there’d be a police car<br />
outside and he’d be convinced they<br />
were looking for him. Of course, now<br />
I understand so much more that I<br />
should have tried to deflect the<br />
situation. When I think now about all<br />
the things I lacked, more than<br />
anything I lacked understanding.<br />
What made things worse was that<br />
Close-knit family (clockwise from above): Arlene with her daughters Abi and Alana at an event in 2012;<br />
with her father Abraham; and during a winter stroll with her daughters and dad<br />
‘When I think now about all the things I lacked,<br />
more than anything I lacked understanding’<br />
my father refused to go and see a<br />
doctor – he thought people could<br />
heal themselves – so whenever I tried<br />
to take him he’d say: “There’s nothing<br />
wrong with me.”<br />
I was working ridiculous hours,<br />
looking after my two daughters,<br />
trying to organise my crazy life as it<br />
was then, so got in touch with social<br />
services to see if they could help.<br />
They suggested Meals on Wheels, as<br />
I’d been taking him food every day,<br />
but he stopped letting anybody into<br />
the flat except for me. They’d ring<br />
the bell and he wouldn’t answer.<br />
Eventually, after he’d been living with<br />
the illness for about four or five years,<br />
social services suggested that, for his<br />
own safety, he should go into<br />
residential care, where he could have<br />
his own place but also someone to<br />
look after him. I can’t tell the number<br />
of calls I got from the home saying<br />
he’d slipped the net and gone<br />
missing. I would have to leave what I<br />
was doing, jump in the car and drive<br />
around, looking for him.<br />
He was only there two years when<br />
we were told he couldn’t stay because<br />
it was clear he had Alzheimer’s and<br />
he needed to be in a home with<br />
nursing care. We were never given an<br />
official diagnosis, only told he had<br />
been assessed by one of their doctors.<br />
We were given a month to move him.<br />
That was my lowest point. I had to<br />
face the fact that I couldn’t be a fulltime<br />
carer. I had my work, my family,<br />
and I couldn’t give up my own life.<br />
But I still had the heartbreak of<br />
feeling: “This is wrong.” Some people<br />
are selfless and can care for others,<br />
but there are also people like me who<br />
can’t, but who are wracked with guilt<br />
as a result. Dad eventually went to a<br />
nursing home in Leeds, to be near my<br />
sister Karen, where he stayed for the<br />
next three and a half years.<br />
It’s funny but the longer the<br />
dementia went on, the more gentle<br />
he became. My father was extremely<br />
strict, so that gentleness inside him<br />
was never something I’d experienced<br />
as a child. In that way we grew closer.<br />
There was a long time to die, a<br />
gradual fading of everything. And in<br />
his last year his hands were gnarled<br />
and knotted, his feet were painful. He<br />
was no longer speaking. I couldn’t<br />
even read to him – he would turn his<br />
head and close his eyes. When he<br />
died one of the nurses said to me:<br />
“He had a such a strong heart; and<br />
that heart just kept on beating.”<br />
There are more than 830,000<br />
people in the UK living with<br />
dementia, costing the country as<br />
much as £26billion a year, which is<br />
why I’m supporting the Lifeline<br />
Appeal to raise money for research,<br />
not only to find a cure but also a way<br />
to postpone the onset of the disease.<br />
Looking back, of course I wish<br />
we’d had more help, but we were in<br />
the wilderness – it just wasn’t really<br />
talked about. I think it’s vital that the<br />
illness is talked about, that there’s an<br />
understanding in schools, in<br />
communities.<br />
I would like to see massive amounts<br />
of research undertaken and reports<br />
written that can give people hope,<br />
because that is what we need. Hope<br />
that the condition won’t always be an<br />
extended death sentence, but an<br />
illness one can live with. H<br />
For further information about Alzheimer’s<br />
Research UK or to make a donation to the BBC<br />
Lifeline appeal, visit alzheimersresearchuk.org<br />
or call 0300-111 5555.<br />
AS TOLD TO ROSALIND POWELL. PHOTOS: ALLSTAR, ALPHA PRESS