So today is a bit of an anniversary for me. 9 years ago to the day I was told I had breast cancer. I’m glad to say I’m in remission and all is good. I like to mark the day by raising a glass of fizz to say I’m still here and winning the battle.
At the time of my diagnosis my Mum was a great support and was obviously very concerned about me. However, she was already showing signs of mild cognitive impairment even then. 9 years on and she sometimes doesn’t realise that the woman sitting by her side is her daughter.
We’ve had a fairly good day today with Mum although she got very cross and stroppy when we asked her not to give the dogs any of her cake. She can’t understand that some of what we eat isn’t good for animals! It was also a bit of a trial getting her ready for bed. She doesn’t think she lives here and can’t understand where my Dad is (he passed away in 2012) or where her parents or grandparents are. She also doesn’t like me helping her get her nightclothes on but could never manage it herself. Fortunately I got Mum to bed at 9pm and while I was settling her my OH nipped round to the co-op and got a bottle of Prosecco. I’d said I fancied a drink but I’m sure he’s not realised the significance of the day. So I’ve now had a couple of hours of me time. Not sure how many times I will get woken up on the night though!
It just seems a never ending battle of supporting the PWD. Us carers also have our issues and need support. Today especially I just feel like I need that extra bit of TLC and years ago I would have turned to my Mum and she would have been there for me.
At the time of my diagnosis my Mum was a great support and was obviously very concerned about me. However, she was already showing signs of mild cognitive impairment even then. 9 years on and she sometimes doesn’t realise that the woman sitting by her side is her daughter.
We’ve had a fairly good day today with Mum although she got very cross and stroppy when we asked her not to give the dogs any of her cake. She can’t understand that some of what we eat isn’t good for animals! It was also a bit of a trial getting her ready for bed. She doesn’t think she lives here and can’t understand where my Dad is (he passed away in 2012) or where her parents or grandparents are. She also doesn’t like me helping her get her nightclothes on but could never manage it herself. Fortunately I got Mum to bed at 9pm and while I was settling her my OH nipped round to the co-op and got a bottle of Prosecco. I’d said I fancied a drink but I’m sure he’s not realised the significance of the day. So I’ve now had a couple of hours of me time. Not sure how many times I will get woken up on the night though!
It just seems a never ending battle of supporting the PWD. Us carers also have our issues and need support. Today especially I just feel like I need that extra bit of TLC and years ago I would have turned to my Mum and she would have been there for me.