Mum has now gone into a care home permanently, and although I know it is necessary, I find it so hard. Through the last few years when I have been stressed I have found myself longing for this freedom, but now that I have it I feel as if I have let her down. I know I can't give her the 24 hour care she needs, and that she is forgetting who I am - I've been her sister for some months now, but I find it heartbreaking when she asks if she can come home soon. She has been so dependent on me, and now I can't be there for her all the time. I suppose this is just another stage in the grieving process, and I'll get used to it. Oh how I hate this disease which destroys so many lives! How I hope they find some cure soon to save others from this pain.