Day 9 today of no food and very small amounts of fluids taken. Was only 2 tea spoons when I went in earlier. Can't bear it. Dad has Lewy body dementia, vascular and alzheimers, when he was sectioned in November he became violent, head butting, punching, stripping off, placed in seclusion, THAT was extremely stressful but the furthest thing from my mind was him classed as end of life 9 months later, dying. Gone from being an able bodied man to being in a wheelchair by the end of December and all his needs having by to be catered for. And here were are at day 9 and a shadow of a man and not even the former man, he really is someone else, but that someone else is still my Dad. I'm 37, I have always been a Daddy's girl, well I am the only girl, I have an older brother but he lives 200 miles away so as you can imagine logistically he isn't much help at all. The weight of this on my shoulders is choking me now. I have 2 children, 3 and under, who are a handful at the moment being the summer holidays, but they are a good distraction believe me. I have the stress of my mum, watching her crumble it's destroying her. Then there's Dad, I try not cry in front of mum as I try and be strong. Now I am crumbling. I just hate this. Sorry for the rant and I know I have said all of this before, but I needed to write it down.