well my husband picked Mum up from the care home Christmas morning and mum was happy to get here. She loved her presents and the day was low key and quiet, she didn't know it was Christmas Day not that that really mattered.
She had trouble putting one foot in front of another just getting in the house to start with and barely touched her lunch.
I feel we should have taken her back to the care home an hour earlier than we did as she started to get agitated later in the day and started wanting to take her clothes off.
We returned her to the care home which was an ordeal just getting her back into the car as she can't understand how to get in or out of the car anymore and the weather was awful. when the carer welcomed mum back asking if she'd had a nice time she responded no I didn't !
It left me feeling completely wretched feeling damned if I do things and damned if I don't . It's so hard to know what's right, Mum seemed to enjoy the day to a point but it was obviously exhausting for her and I wonder how much she got out of it and whether it's more about what I feel is nice for her than what she does. She's deteriorating all the time and things are getting harder and harder for her
It left me feeling upset frustrated sad and tearful hoping that my poor mum doesn't have to suffer this dreadful illness much longer, but then I feel so guilty even thinking that.
Shes nearly 90 and the illness is destroying her bit by bit it's unbearable
She had trouble putting one foot in front of another just getting in the house to start with and barely touched her lunch.
I feel we should have taken her back to the care home an hour earlier than we did as she started to get agitated later in the day and started wanting to take her clothes off.
We returned her to the care home which was an ordeal just getting her back into the car as she can't understand how to get in or out of the car anymore and the weather was awful. when the carer welcomed mum back asking if she'd had a nice time she responded no I didn't !
It left me feeling completely wretched feeling damned if I do things and damned if I don't . It's so hard to know what's right, Mum seemed to enjoy the day to a point but it was obviously exhausting for her and I wonder how much she got out of it and whether it's more about what I feel is nice for her than what she does. She's deteriorating all the time and things are getting harder and harder for her
It left me feeling upset frustrated sad and tearful hoping that my poor mum doesn't have to suffer this dreadful illness much longer, but then I feel so guilty even thinking that.
Shes nearly 90 and the illness is destroying her bit by bit it's unbearable