Well we picked mum up from the Assessment Centre on Monday, we couldn’t believe it we thought we would be there for ages but no they were almost pushing her out the door. The journey to the CH was great, mum so enjoyed it, it really was like breaking someone out of prison and in my naivety I truly felt she would be so happy with the CH that we had found for her (no matter how hard I try I just cant get my head round the fact that she doesn’t really remember anything 5 seconds after it happened). She was like a frightened rabbit caught in the headlights when we arrived, holding on to me and sister for dear life. She could not understand why she had to stay and had no recollection of the Assessment Centre and kept saying that she could not stay at the CH. The staff were lovely and we spent about 7 hours with her there, although we kept disappearing and then coming back in the hope that she would know that even if we went we would always be coming back, but that didn’t work at all. It broke my heart to leave her there but we did. We rang the social worker to let him know that mum was there safe and sound to be told that we had inappropriately placed mum and the CH had broken some rule or another, we couldn’t believe it because it had all been agreed the previous week, plus they said she would have to be moved, I was so angry and have now said they have to put everything in black and white and we will be seeking legal advice, how bad did they need to make us feel, now not only had we dumped her we had also put her in the wrong home, it really made my feel like jumping in front of a bus, as obviously we were selfish inconsiderate daughters. Tuesday my other sister went and things were no better and she kept asking to leave, so she came away distraught. I rang yesterday morning to see how things were and they said she was in pain with back etc and had been soaking wet in the night. They are struggling to get incontinence pants from the NHS, so I said I would go and get a load to tied her over as I couldn’t leave her like that, but how dare the NHS leave people like that, how cruel can this whole thing get. Anyway I then drove over to see her (approx hour away) to take stuff etc, oh she was so beside herself I can’t tell you, she begged me to take her out of there, but yet all the staff say she is absolutely fine when I am not there. What do I do though, I can’t bear not to see her but then if I do, do I make it worse for her, and am I just being selfish about the whole thing. It looks now like the Parkinson’s she has, has started to take a hold, and the Alzheimer’s is getting worse and the low blood flow caused by the vascular with low blood pressure plus other bits is going to continue to cause mini blackouts (which the consultant has said will probably be what kills her in the end) as it stops the blood flow to the brain. I just wonder how many tears can a person cry, I think I could of filled loads of lakes by now and if you put everyone from TP together we could of filled an Ocean! It is ripping me in 2 and I truly felt that I could not cope yesterday and almost gave in to anti-depressants, not that there is anything wrong with them I just would prefer not to go down that route. Now it looks like my daughter has come down with an illness she has previously suffered from which the last time put her in hospital, god I just don’t know if I am coming or going and yes I think I just feel sorry for myself. I know there are plenty on here that are going through so much worse which to be honest makes me feel ‘what have I got to complain about’. On a brighter note, it looks like SS have backed down and they have at long last put something in writing to me – We will see. Really sorry for such a long post, I do have a bad habit of rambling.