It feels only like yesterday I was posting about getting a diagnosis for my mum. That was probably around 3 years ago, she was finally diagnosed in Jan 2020 when I was heavily pregnant with my son. I had my son in the February and then lockdown hit, I still saw mum and dad most days because at this point I was her carer , but when she broke her leg following a fall a year later we decided she needed 24 hour care as dad was just not coping and I living 18 miles away with 2 children and working part time just couldn’t give the support they needed- I did consider giving up work but I realised I needed to Give myself self care, and my mum wouldn’t have wanted me to give up my career, something she was so proud of. My has been having live in care for the past year, the lady she has is just amazing and she takes such good care of mym, we are so lucky that mum had the finances to fund this at a cost of 1000 a week (still cheaper than a care home)
Mum in 2.5 years has gone from walking and talking to now needing a hoist as although she can walk with a shuffle she cannot stand without being lifted, she is doubly incontinent, cannot talk, does not respond to Mum , I think recognises me but I’m not sure. I was told because she has had symptoms since 65 and diagnosed at 70 this is early onset and can progress quicker, well it has certainly done that. I feel myself going through so many waves of emotion and I think I’m actually going through the process of grief. I didn’t think at 35 I would be losing my mum when all she wanted was to grow old with me and her grandkids by her side. I feel so robbed. Hugs to everyone else going through this horrible journey xx
Mum in 2.5 years has gone from walking and talking to now needing a hoist as although she can walk with a shuffle she cannot stand without being lifted, she is doubly incontinent, cannot talk, does not respond to Mum , I think recognises me but I’m not sure. I was told because she has had symptoms since 65 and diagnosed at 70 this is early onset and can progress quicker, well it has certainly done that. I feel myself going through so many waves of emotion and I think I’m actually going through the process of grief. I didn’t think at 35 I would be losing my mum when all she wanted was to grow old with me and her grandkids by her side. I feel so robbed. Hugs to everyone else going through this horrible journey xx