I though long and hard about what Title to type in but yesterday was a storm! A storm of despair, anger and eventually meltdown - mine. Her eldest son arrived (he is 60) along with his wife and Pauline was just a shell and didn't know them so the wife started interrogating P to try and force her to recognise her husband and after I called a halt she asked for a pack of cards and proceeded to play Solitaire for the next hour just oblivious to all. The eldest son still maintains that Alzheimer’s is not proven as the tests arn’t 100% and he was keeping an open mind. Mum continued to look for her late son through the window. Later number 1 son came back with number 3 son and again gave me te third degree about when ABs were given and by whom plus when they were increased and were incensed that the GP had suggested that P go into respite for my sake. Seemingly all they wanted to do and talk about was who to blame in the surgery and whether her general overstocking of meds was my fault so I blew. And I mean I lost it to such an extent they walked out shouting and P was crying for all to be quiet, not good and I handled it so badly. Number 3 son visited with his wife in the evening and couldn't have been nicer although I didnt tell of earlier bust up. Now I await repercussions.