I did hospice care for my mother dying of breast cancer and yeah, we were not "friends". She would say mean things and didn't seem grateful but as her time lessened, she did as well. I didn't cry when my mom died but I honestly miss her every day.
Please be strong and keep your head up. Know that you are doing the right thing and will be able to hold your head up with honor when it's over because you did the best you could in very trying circumstances.
I did a lot of reading about dementia and what to expect. It's a frightening state of being. My mom would look at herself in the mirror and say "this isn't me".
Hang in there and remember: one day at a time.
Good comment. Good read. Thank you.
I really regret isolating myself with this. But the fact that no one wants any of this burden is understandable. This is fucked.
It is and I know it. It's 24/7 and no joke. You hear a noise and you're up in an instant, praying they didn't fall.
There's something called "care giver respite care" or something like that, where people will care for your family member so you can take some time away.
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