After a very worrying and stressful few weeks of Mum falling over, and going in to find her on the floor, myself and Brother made the decision, with Mum in agreement, well as best she could, that a care home was needed. She became almost incapable of walking, and I decided to take time off work last week, as could no longer manage my job and Mum, so I was with her most of last week, washing her, and doing everything for her, and I mean everything, I cant believe the deterioration of this illness over 10 days. I was exhausted and although my brother was on hand to help, he was not able to help with personal stuff, so had to watch whilst I struggled with this, and was worried for my health. We had the care staff come and visit last Thursday, and it was agreed she would go in Saturday.....It was the hardest thing ive ever had to do, I packed and prepared everything I thought she would need, and I was able to go to her room with her, wearing a mask and gown...then I left about an hour half later...I thought that would be the hardest thing over and done with, but no the heartache continues, and we are now in phone calls to her, begging and pleading with us to go and get her, when are you coming to get me, you are no son an daughter of mine, you are going to leave me to die in here....and so many more horrible and vile comments....im beside myself, and although I have the support of my brother, partner and friends, who are there every day, Im feeling very low, guilty and a bad person. My mind if filled with her all day, even if I do something nice, I think to myself, I shouldnt be doing this, as mum is sat in a care home, this cant be right...I know it will take time, but this is aweful....