You are right. I just need the support that is about 3 years in the making and it was a crisis that landed her in hospital, that may? allow me to get a diagnosis. She will NOT see a dr or get any testing.
She hates me tonight although I'm trying to protect her from herself.
I still love my mum.
As I'm sure you love your husband.
Sometimes love must mean making the hard decisions.
That shines out of you, the fact you love your Mum. IN all of the hell of the disease, no one can take that away from us. Our love for our loved ones.
You've been in this for some time then. 3 years feels like a lifetime, doesn't it.
I doubt your Mum hates you, sweetheart. That's just the outside appearance. It'll settle down again. The fact my hubby is now getting professional care makes things like doctor and hospital appts much, much easier, as it's someone outside of the family environment making those and dealing with the important issues. I just get to enjoy my visits with him, which is so much easier. In the bad old days when we were left to ourselves, getting him to go anywhere was next to impossible. Now, he seems to take it in his stride. A crowd of carers have things a lot easier, I would imagine, as opposed to one who has the stress of everything on our shoulders. Because we spend out entire 24 hour existence in a state of stress; heartache; possibly panic; that's what causes a lot of the hardship for us. I'm sure our loved ones know there's something amiss. They just don't realise what it is. When the hard caring is taken off our shoulders, as finally happened here, everything else slowly fell into place. For the first time ever in many years, I had a good conversation with my hubby that meant everything to me. I wish for the same experience for you as time goes by, Lucy.