Yesterday was “good” in that both brother & eldest visited, but “bad” in that they both created so much work. I’ve not cleared the massive washing up they created.
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Much as you appreciate and need their visits they should be washing up and clearing up after themselves.
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We got Mum in the garden, she was never alone, but she slept most of the time. It took a few hours before she rolled up her thick joggers & removed her scarf, but I think she enjoyed it
Brother is struggling with Mum not eating & has been trying to encourage her. At one stage mid afternoon, Mum asked if she’d had breakfast. “No Mum, you said you didn’t want any”. Everyone else was a little hungry, so I threw some chicken thighs in the oven
I gave Mum about 1/6 of one piece. First brother was obviously not happy at how little I gave her, but I ignored him. Mum ate one tiny piece & put her plate down. Now he knows I’m not stopping her eating. She is not eating because she doesn’t want it. That seems to have hit him harder than anything. He hugged me hard before leaving
We sat for a while, Mum with her milk in a toddler sipper cup & little bowl of pills, me with a Lambs & coke
She was trying not to cry while I was just holding her hand. She says she needs to try to get better. She’s going to give it everything tomorrow. What do you say to that. I don’t want her to give up, but I don’t want her exhausting herself either. I just said I want her to not be in pain, to be as comfortable as possible
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As she has capacity to make the statement I would encourage her with the thought she may feel better tomorrow everyone needs to feel hopeful. I was not brought up to tell love lies or skirt around dad's direct repetitive questions but I weighed up despite me feeling uncomfortable what was kinder for dad to hear and often it wasn't the harsh blunt reality of his progressive decline. I knew when my caring role was over I would look back and know that I had been kind to dad in taking that strategy before he advanced to the stage when that awareness lessened.
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I went to the loo & sobbed.
We watched TV for an hour. Well, I watched & she slept. It was such a struggle getting up the stairs, I think she’d have used the bed if it had been here.
I sat with her for a bit, trying not to cry as she mumbled about being sorry & being a nuisance. The Captain was my friend once she was sleeping