It's heartbreaking. Mum had a lovely day with us today we are now having her to visit us every Saturday from the care home and so far it's going well. Today she kept talking and trying so hard but her words get increasingly muddled and I can see the frustration in her face as she can't find the right words and what she's trying to say doesn't always make sense and she asks me to help her.
The carers at the home (who are caring lovely people) always say when they have the entertainer in that mum loves him and like to tell me how she runs after him which they are telling me to show how happy she is and I smile. But inside I'm breaking my mum before she was ill wouldn't have done this and I'm upset that she would be mortified if she knew what she was doing. My mum is slipping away from me and I pray she doesn't have to endure this degrading heartbreakingly cruel disease much longer.
The carers at the home (who are caring lovely people) always say when they have the entertainer in that mum loves him and like to tell me how she runs after him which they are telling me to show how happy she is and I smile. But inside I'm breaking my mum before she was ill wouldn't have done this and I'm upset that she would be mortified if she knew what she was doing. My mum is slipping away from me and I pray she doesn't have to endure this degrading heartbreakingly cruel disease much longer.