I first noticed mom was having trouble about 5 years ago, and I wish we had done something then. She was diagnosed officially about a year ago, and she's got so much worse. She is progressing so fast. And I am just so sad, and so angry with everything, with the situation. I'm at university and I hate being away from her. I just want to wake up and for this to all be a dream. I've buried my head in the sand for so long about it, and now it's finally hitting me how sick she is. I've not felt heartbreak like this before, I didn't know it was possible to miss someone who is still in the room with you.