He was diagnosed with mild cognitive impairment last year, and this is an understatement for his current confusion, although he does have great days where he is witty and wise.
He keeps losing things, like phone chargers. They're there one minute and not the next. I joke that he eats them.
Mum rang today to ask me to buy him lots more pairs of pants. He's run out. She has no idea what's happened to all the pairs of pants he used to have.
I suspect that he is becoming incontinent (not helped by a prostate cancer op some time ago) and just can't bring himself to confess to mum when he's soiled himself. He always took enormous pride in his