Just come on to have a moan really cos I am hugely feeling sorry for myself sitting in mums house whilst she is in the care home. We spent the day together and I tried to persuade her for a bath with the care workers as we are now in week 10 with no bath... as I took her t shirt off I just fell apart. It was the one from hospital with blood and all sorts. Underneath was not so good. But no agreement to bath. The care workers distracted her whilst I "found" the soiled underwear cleverly hidden along with about 30 of the drinks she has allegedly been taking every day all nicely hidden away. I kept it together until mum stood in the corner like a child saying over and over "take me home now". I hate hate hate this illness and I would give anything to take it away. Driving home the 30 miles I could barely see for the tears. Oh merry Christmas me!!! Sorry for the moan but there is no where else to put this at this time of year. All around are doing the family happy things and so dumping all this is not possible. No one wants the crying sad person at the party !!!!