My Mum died yesterday morning, after living with dementia for 15 years. After looking after her at home for 13 years, my father was forced to put her into a care home; he was given no option by doctors, because she had to be peg-fed. We both visited her on Tuesday, and I believe that after seeing us for one last time, she decided to stop fighting. She had been so strong for so long, and had suffered so very much. She had been given the last rites 18 months before, but had still managed to live to fight another day. I am so proud of her. In her last weeks, she had just wanted to sleep. I think that she was preparing herself and to an extent, preparing us. Her death was swift-she had a massive heart attack. This is exactly what we had wished for her. We went to see her, and she looked beautiful and serene. Some of the staff at the home said that she looked like an angel. She is now.
I cry. I dream of her. I remember our house, that she made a home. I see her warts and all. My parents had been together since they were teenagers, and my Dad had known her since she was born. He is a proud man, who gave up his life to care for the woman he loved. I am so proud of him. I vowed to him, that I would never put him in a care home, after what we had seen. We no longer trust the medical profession; some doctors do not heal, but destroy. We believe that my mum developed dementia, due to the high doses of HRT that she was prescribed in the 80s and 90s. Although my mum developed side-effects due to taking these drugs, her GP prescribed even more. Women prescribed Prempak C have been found to have developed dementia. My mother was prescribed Prempak C. I am convinced that this is the reason my mum is now dead.
I value the time we spent together, in sickness and in health. I know that the days ahead will be hard, but I am overjoyed that she is now free. I have been missing my mum for 15 years, but I believe that we will meet again. To you all, be strong. To Mummy, I love you.
I cry. I dream of her. I remember our house, that she made a home. I see her warts and all. My parents had been together since they were teenagers, and my Dad had known her since she was born. He is a proud man, who gave up his life to care for the woman he loved. I am so proud of him. I vowed to him, that I would never put him in a care home, after what we had seen. We no longer trust the medical profession; some doctors do not heal, but destroy. We believe that my mum developed dementia, due to the high doses of HRT that she was prescribed in the 80s and 90s. Although my mum developed side-effects due to taking these drugs, her GP prescribed even more. Women prescribed Prempak C have been found to have developed dementia. My mother was prescribed Prempak C. I am convinced that this is the reason my mum is now dead.
I value the time we spent together, in sickness and in health. I know that the days ahead will be hard, but I am overjoyed that she is now free. I have been missing my mum for 15 years, but I believe that we will meet again. To you all, be strong. To Mummy, I love you.