Hi all,
Thought I'd post in the appropriate forum for this now as I ran a long thread not suspecting we'd be losing her already.
Basically (for those who haven't seen the other thread), my Mum was diagnosed with vascular dementia in 2011 and admitted to a care home in September 2014 when she became too much for my Dad to look after.
Upon getting an infection there was concern for her health as she wasn't barely eating or drinking. I had visited in mid January and late February and hesitated as I still had a bit of a cold (didn't want that to make her worse) and she tended to always be better with visitors on weekdays for some reason. I also called the home directly Monday afernoon and they said it could be 48 hours or a week or more left.
I opted to go down Monday evening but she passed away that night.
I feel guilty now looking back and seeing that I didn't visit her as much as I thought I had. My sister and Dad would see her around 4 times a week as they lived around the corner.
I feel so bad as distance should never have been an object (200 miles) but then again her brother never visited at all and another very close friend only visited once. I visited about the same number of times as my brother who lived less than half the distance I did. The close friend chose not to see her again as it was too upsetting and wanted to remember her how she was.
I try and make myself feel better thinking the care home were wonderful, my Dad and sister saw her very regularly and for her 70th birthday last September I bought her the most amazing present I could possibly imagine for her which took a fair amount of effort and care. I was also there that night for my Dad and my sister. My Dad otherwise would have been on his own when he got the news and has been really appreciative of me being there. Had I of visited and seen Mum she might have been asleep and I would have just come for the day (so received the news after driving 200 miles home again). They also said she wasn't very responsive, could barely move and really did look in a sad way so it's better I remember how she used to be.
My visits were a very mixed bag, I received a lot of negative reactions but when other people visited they had more positive responses (smiles, laughter, dancing etc.)
There were a few smiles etc. but tended to be for other relatives with me particularly with children and I would tend to not get any direct response.
I just so wish now I had gone down more often, it seemed to cause so much more of a rapid deterioration than I was expecting.
Thought I'd post in the appropriate forum for this now as I ran a long thread not suspecting we'd be losing her already.
Basically (for those who haven't seen the other thread), my Mum was diagnosed with vascular dementia in 2011 and admitted to a care home in September 2014 when she became too much for my Dad to look after.
Upon getting an infection there was concern for her health as she wasn't barely eating or drinking. I had visited in mid January and late February and hesitated as I still had a bit of a cold (didn't want that to make her worse) and she tended to always be better with visitors on weekdays for some reason. I also called the home directly Monday afernoon and they said it could be 48 hours or a week or more left.
I opted to go down Monday evening but she passed away that night.
I feel guilty now looking back and seeing that I didn't visit her as much as I thought I had. My sister and Dad would see her around 4 times a week as they lived around the corner.
I feel so bad as distance should never have been an object (200 miles) but then again her brother never visited at all and another very close friend only visited once. I visited about the same number of times as my brother who lived less than half the distance I did. The close friend chose not to see her again as it was too upsetting and wanted to remember her how she was.
I try and make myself feel better thinking the care home were wonderful, my Dad and sister saw her very regularly and for her 70th birthday last September I bought her the most amazing present I could possibly imagine for her which took a fair amount of effort and care. I was also there that night for my Dad and my sister. My Dad otherwise would have been on his own when he got the news and has been really appreciative of me being there. Had I of visited and seen Mum she might have been asleep and I would have just come for the day (so received the news after driving 200 miles home again). They also said she wasn't very responsive, could barely move and really did look in a sad way so it's better I remember how she used to be.
My visits were a very mixed bag, I received a lot of negative reactions but when other people visited they had more positive responses (smiles, laughter, dancing etc.)
There were a few smiles etc. but tended to be for other relatives with me particularly with children and I would tend to not get any direct response.
I just so wish now I had gone down more often, it seemed to cause so much more of a rapid deterioration than I was expecting.
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