On the way home from the hospital today I was crying because when the nurse asked mum who I was she replied "my sister". this just made me realise how far mum has now deteriorated. I wonder when mum dies will I cry at the funeral?
Mum ended up in hospital again yesterday, third time in eight weeks, and only having been home 3 weeks since her last stay.
She has deteriorated considerably in the past two months, is now incontinent, and the world that she lives in in her mind is some 50 to 60 years ago, as she wants to go to visit her grandparents, who apparently live in the house opposite us, her aunts and uncles and her own parents, and has not idea whatsoever of where she is or what is going on around her.
Today she also looked frail, only a few short weeks ago she was driving me mad with her hyperactivity.
Only three years ago we watched dad waste away to nothing from parkinsons, and now it seems we may be faced with the prospect of the same for mum.
The doctors at the moment don't know whats wrong with her, she appears to have an infection but they haven't as yet figured it out. Whatever happens, she will come home, and whatever needs to be done will be done, and I will get the help that I need to support her and to support me.
But at the same time I am praying that if we are facing mums final days that she doesn't suffer like dad did, worst still I hope that she doesn't end up like her cousin who is 95 and who is just a shell of the person that she used to be....
Mum ended up in hospital again yesterday, third time in eight weeks, and only having been home 3 weeks since her last stay.
She has deteriorated considerably in the past two months, is now incontinent, and the world that she lives in in her mind is some 50 to 60 years ago, as she wants to go to visit her grandparents, who apparently live in the house opposite us, her aunts and uncles and her own parents, and has not idea whatsoever of where she is or what is going on around her.
Today she also looked frail, only a few short weeks ago she was driving me mad with her hyperactivity.
Only three years ago we watched dad waste away to nothing from parkinsons, and now it seems we may be faced with the prospect of the same for mum.
The doctors at the moment don't know whats wrong with her, she appears to have an infection but they haven't as yet figured it out. Whatever happens, she will come home, and whatever needs to be done will be done, and I will get the help that I need to support her and to support me.
But at the same time I am praying that if we are facing mums final days that she doesn't suffer like dad did, worst still I hope that she doesn't end up like her cousin who is 95 and who is just a shell of the person that she used to be....