I lost my dad 5years ago. He had Alzheimer’s but died of cancer. Looking back I realise his Alzheimer’s was quite gentle. He was in a care home for the last 6 months of his life, simply because my mum couldn’t cope with him. He was a big man and became incontinent. When we visited him he thought we,d come to see him at work. He was still very much himself and going to see him was a pleasure. 6 months after we lost him my mum was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and vascular dementia. Now she is bedridden, doubly incontinent, and has to have everything done for her. She weighs 5stone and is totally unaware of what’s going on around her. It’s hearbreaking to see. I am in tears after every visit. I,m starting to forget what she used to be like and have no recollection of our last real conversation together. There seems to be no end in site. She’s been classed as end of life since December 2017 and is still hanging on. I feel like I,m holding my breath. I hate this illness.