Mum's been obviously (to me and my siblings - except the invisible one of course) grappling with dementia for several years, and was formally diagnosed a year ago. She's a very determined 'refuser', and has managed to get rid of nearly all the help we've arranged (down to 3 meals on wheels a week now - no other help). She lives alone at home in disgusting filthy chaos. I live 300 miles away, with my own difficulties, including a disabled child, and a distinct failure to win the Lottery, so can only, with the best will in the world, do the 12 hour round trip to clean, feed her, etc, monthly. She, of course, assumes I'm only there to steal her money and belongings, and tells everyone this loudly and unreservedly.
I read recently that life expectancy after diagnosis is on average about 5 years, and I am clinging to this fact like a drowning woman clings to a piece of wreckage.
I feel bad that I'm so focused on her dying, but tbh I would give up now if I thought I'd still be doing this in 5 years time.
I read recently that life expectancy after diagnosis is on average about 5 years, and I am clinging to this fact like a drowning woman clings to a piece of wreckage.
I feel bad that I'm so focused on her dying, but tbh I would give up now if I thought I'd still be doing this in 5 years time.