Thank you guys for all the advice and support, sure where else would you get it?
Brucie your words (as usual) are so right and hit a cord. Wish I could make sense of things the way you can. Sometimes I just feel like I want to run away and hide and cry my eyes out, but there's no one else to fight for her, or do everything for her. The CPN has disappeared up her own rather ample backside. Probably best place for her anyway!
It definitely looks like something is working on mum. Today has been a toughy, as I'm sure it's been for the rest of the carers here. I am always just so afraid that this is it, this is the final frontier. I swore a million times today she's going into a home, then tonight she went all saintly when I was putting her to bed and said, "My wee girl, I love you."
It would break the heart of ye!
That woman has more spin that Tony Blair!
Sometimes I look back to just the year before last when we were a reasonably "normal" family. More the Addams variety than the Osbournes, and I wish with all my heart we could have just one of those normal days, when I was bored off my skull and dreaming of cellulite free thighs and was happy watching the latest Stargate installment. (I've never been a party animal!)
I didn't know we were living then. If only I had known what lay ahead! Maybe I should appreciate even this stage.
Thanks again guys, couldn't do without you (and Sheila, requested any liquid forms of the medications today, waiting to hear from GP, thanks. By the way her whistling is more of the Percy Thrower variety, bird impressions, I think we had the lesser spotted tit tonight or maybe she was refering to the CPN again!) Am off now for a wee saucer of milk.