Hullo, sorry for vanishing again, I just needed a break. Missed many of you though <3

03:45am - I guess sleep isn't going to be happening tonight, hopefully I can get a solid few hours later this afternoon or something.

At least I'm showered and clean! Feels good, I needed it.

Checked mum's blood sugar levels at 2am after Pixie's mid-night pee break, and she was at 10mmol, which is safe and not hypo at all, but she begins to feel the effects of low blood sugar if it hits 5, and her insulin continues working through the night, so I don't trust that it won't plunge lower by the morning. I don't want to fall asleep and not catch it or Pixie not wake me (she's very polite about asking, just gets restless as breakfast time approaches which usually wakes me). So I'm awake, can feel the exhaustion underneath, but also determined to get through and handle the morning. It'll be busy with needing to talk to diabetes nurse anyway, and will likely be hearing from other professionals about mum and myself too.
 
I know it's easy for me to say, but take care of you. I didn't, I pushed myself beyond the limit and had a breakdown. Because of this my mother spent the last 4 years of her life in a care home and I felt so guilty that I couldn't cope. She died 5 years ago and I still live with that guilt.
Don't let that happen to you.
 
I know it's easy for me to say, but take care of you. I didn't, I pushed myself beyond the limit and had a breakdown. Because of this my mother spent the last 4 years of her life in a care home and I felt so guilty that I couldn't cope. She died 5 years ago and I still live with that guilt.
Don't let that happen to you.
I'm sorry for your loss @Essjay.
 
I know it's easy for me to say, but take care of you. I didn't, I pushed myself beyond the limit and had a breakdown. Because of this my mother spent the last 4 years of her life in a care home and I felt so guilty that I couldn't cope. She died 5 years ago and I still live with that guilt.
Don't let that happen to you.

I'm so sorry, Essjay. It wasn't your fault, please try to let go of that guilt. If your mother was half of the woman you are and I suspect she must have been, she would have understood and not wanted you to be left with that feeling of guilt. It's oh so easy for caregiver burnout to happen, and as someone who has had a breakdown too, I know how no one wants to go through that. pm me anytime, we have a lot we'll be able to share and comeserate over the coming months and years, and I want to be an ear for you too, as you've been for me ❤️

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I stayed up all night monitoring mum's blood sugars, then also all morning because I needed to be the one doing her personal care and insulin, and in the am as soon as her GP surgery opened I called to get a phone consult with her diabetes nurse, and tried to get an appointment with a gp to discuss how fast her condition was going downhill. they agreed to call me back.

Saw Sam at 6am when I went up to test her bloods and I had to get her bloods up a little bit, but not super urgent - I didn't fetch him, tried to let him sleep so he could be alert in the afternoon/evening, and let me get some solid sleep. He just heard us moving around/the cat he has been feeding was indoors and he heard her meow, so he came and checked mum was okay and I reassured him, then told him I had it together this morning, and he could go sleep longer, then he'd be able to manage her in the afternoon while I caught some desperately needed sleep. He agreed, no worries. He said he'd slept okay until 5am, he and I talked at 6am, I didn't disturb him from then until he reappeared himself as I was prompting mum that she really needed to get up at 11:15am because she needed her b'fast and insulin, and that her pad would need changing, and gently walked/prompted her through letting me remove the new larger nappy-like pad to at least get her changed and comfortable. She agreed, was just still sleepy and a bit disorientated, and still getting used to letting me do her personal care.

Bear in mind, I kept myself occupied and awake between checking her bloods by doign laundry, washing up, prepping kitchen and living room areas, making lists and calling drs surgery the minute they opened so I could get appointments for her gp and diabetes nurse. not sitting idle between 6am and finally 'making her' get up at 11am.

I persuaded her to let me "quickly rinse her in the shower" (give her a fast, but thorough shower, to prevent urine breaking down the skin, and because hypos plus night sweats etc, and I wanted to check for any worrying areas of skin breakdown from incontinence and her being a high risk for pressure sores).

She enjoyed how much easier it was for, I think, letting me do it, nand the years of practice as a support worker kicked in too. Meant I could coax her gently and convince her without much difficulty or being naggy, and I was pleased. Helped her dress, brought her downstairs, checked bloods again, gave and supervised her insulin and made her lunch which I gave her just as Sam reappeared and diabetes nurse called me back - perfect timing. Talked with diabetes nurse about all thw weekend issues over insulin, my guilt, how fast mum is going downhill, how I almost broke over this weekend. the signs I'm seeing in mum that I recognise from my nursing home time, and that the signs I'm seeing along with the blood test results they gave me this morning make me think she is shutting down faster than anticipated, and we have little time left. I'd hoped til Spring, but now I have a sinking feeling we won't eben make it to xmas... I've cared for and sat with a lot of dying people over my time in nursing homes, I've seen these signs all too often.

So somewhere between 1-2pm. i give some the updated info, tell him to keep offering food in small amounts, push fluids, anything that will tempt her to eat and will keep her bloods up. btter up than low, and she didn't eat much of the lnuch I made her, and her sugars were stil lower than I wanted, given her insulin overdose yesterday, and me givning her 80mls this morning. I even put a box of xmas chocs on her table and opened them, tryig to get me tp nibble them - anything to raise her bloods higher than the 6.0 mmol and few bites of lunch she was at at the time.

I stress to sam that I haven't had a solid stretch of sleep since thursday night, only the solid 5 hrs from 8am -12:45 ish Sunday morning, pre my breaking point about having to lock her insulin away and the guilt that she almost cerrtainly gave herself 200ml instead of the 80ml we'd cut down to, and me staying up all night last night to keep monitoring her bloods and then pushing through the moring shift, happy to hand over to sam post the lunch I made to keep an eye on her, look after Pix, and let me catch some solid sleep.

2 -3pm - I'm finally in bed, trying to mentally switch off and unwind enough to sleep, but I spark out really fast after reading one page of my book.

5:30pm - mum knocks my door and says she needs me for a minute. I stumble out of bed bleary and confused, but immediately assuming caregiver role. wonder where sam is.

Mum wants to look at photo albums together to make room for xmas tree.
Sometime I've wanted to do with her since we got the news. sometime I deperately want to do wit her before she passes. sam is upstairs in his room. I hug mum say we will go through them, I do want to go through albums with her, but I need mroe sleep frst, maybe she can tell Sam where to hang the xmas decorations. I fetch Sam, who comes downstairs rubbing his eyes, and with a sulky look because he knows I caught him slacking. I talk with him in the kitchen and strss I desperately need sleep, need him to keep her happily occupied, to feed her and Pix tonight, help mum do her routine prep for bed, but she can change herself, if he tucks her in. he agrees.

I come back to room, torn between mentally fuming, desperately sad, anger at all of this, lot at sam for not magically knowing how to just naturally spend quality time with her to keep her happily occupied while letting me rest. know I need to give him more specific instructions than that, but that's another burden on me, and I'm cracking up under the emotional and physical load. I take a diazapam, try to calm myself by typing this, telling myself to breathe, I can still go back to sleep. But want more water, and decide I'll check mum's bloods are okay before I sleep.

nearly 6pm, he hasn't tested her bloods since I did at 12:20pm, despite my stressing the need to push small amunts of food ad checking he knew how to test her bloods and use the kit. he said he did, thought he understood. mum was at least eating a nectarine.

I test, she's at 15.5 mmol, great, I'm good with that, as is diabetes nurse.
I ask sam to come help me in kitchen, so mum won't be aware of the discussion. I stress again that she needs food and drinks pushed, and she's obviously wanting company. ask him to please spend quality time with her downstairs, not leave her alone, he said he didn't expect her to knock on my door and wake me, I say I know, but she obviously wants some company, the xmas cards have her thinking about that, so he can leaf through photos with her, or start hanging sxmas decorations with her, at her direction etc, anything to keep her happily occupied, and to listen to her talk, try to keep the mood upbeat, and sort dinner for her and Pixie at the usual 6:30 -7pm. he says he will.

now I'm unable to slip back into sleep. But will try. i felt tearful when I got back to my room, guilty - i want to look through photo albums, sit and talk with her, hang the xmas decorations, write the xmas cards and go through address book with her so she can write the important ones that mean a lot to her and them. Just not at this point wheN I'm so tired and close to breaking! she hasn't been in the mood to do it before, always saying "yes, but not now" over the last month. she finally wants to, but it's to wake me from a desperately needed sleep (not her fault, she doesn't know!) because sam had just left her alone again, and dropped the ball on keeping her safe and happy and letting me sleep.
 
I will not break. I refuse, I can't, it isn't an option. Hell, parents of newborns manage to go through months with hardly any uninterrupted sleep. then again, that comes with the joy of having a baby and all the future hopes and dreams. This comes with the agony of a final goodbye, and the pains and indignities of old age, illness, and being the spinster saying caring for her last remaining parent while still grieving the other.

Maybe I just need to let myself cry, then I can sleep.
 
ther's never enough time. I know I'm going to have regrets no matter what.

I can't do it all in the time we had left, and I wish I'd not been so lost in the fog between losing dad, and mum's diagnosis.
 
Letting yourself cry is important. Getting outdoors to walk the dog and breathe in private is too. Allow yourself to mentally rest even if you don't sleep. Watch a movie with mum after looking in photo albums? And household help, is that an option? Keeping up with laundry and kitchen is a lot of work. You want time with your mom, that can't be replaced
 
I finally managed to get some unbroken sleep last night, from about 11pm to 6am, solid! Makes a world of difference.

Then once I'd checked on mum (her sugar levels are stabilising again at a safe level for her now, so each morning hopefully won't be a case of dragging her out of a hypo or the constant worry about getting her up soon to get food in her by a certain time), I fed and checked all the pets, and was able to go back to bed with a coffee and a book, and just relax for a bit and doze. Dealt with a couple of phone calls, but otherwise let myself rest til 11am. The solid sleep and taking it easy this morning was so, so needed!

I feel more prepared to be able to handle a crisis, less short tempered, more my normal human self. A lot of the housework and stuff can wait, I'm going to accept/advocate for more outside professional help with caregiving/end of life care - when I called my cousin yesterday eve (whose mother, my mum's sister, has been bedbound for 2 years, and has dementia) about mum's health taking a turn for the worse, I ended up sharing with her about how hard the weekend/early week had been. She helped so much.
 
I'm realising now that I've been suffering caregiver burnout, along with my own not very well managed serious depression, pretty much since covid hit and I moved back into folks house and gave up my flat, because I was on other side of the city w/o a car, and travelling back and forth via two buses when battling agoraphobia and buses being a panic attack fear for me wasn't feasible, and would only put mum and dad at even more risk of my bringing them covid. So I gave up my flat (which was a lovely little flat, and I loved it, but I was isolated, being so far from family and on the outskirts of the city.

But it was a good thing at the time. My agoraphobia wasn't so bad at the time, so I did the weekly shopping with dad for a while, as he gradually trusted me more and more to chose the products he wanted, and he agreed to stay home to avoid the virus risk. Then eventually he had to stay home nearly all the time after he fell and broke his hip, Halloween 2021.

He did incredibly well for a mid-80s man with a broken hip. Within a week of the break, he'd had a hip replacement, and was back home and able to go up and down stairs to go to bed. But needed to use a zimmer and rollator, and railed against losing any independence at all, needed a lot more of a gentle approach and reassurance as he pushed himself to regain mobility, and he did regain a lot. Never as much as he wanted, of course. He seemed to think he should still be able to do the things he did at 40 years old, and I'd have to remind him how well he was doing for a man his age, let alone a man his age who'd broken his hip! and to let me/my brother do more.

Mum has had diabetes since I was a kid, a bad back for almost as long, and she had major spinal surgery more than a decade ago, where she had a lot of rods and pins inserted into her spine, so she has been classed disabled for a long time. But she'd still do most of their laundry at first, water her houseplants, keep her lists and ask for and accept help at least. But her cognitive decline was gradual- I asked for a dementia assessment years ago, while dad was still around, because we all noticed her short term memory was having issues, and she wasn't as sharp or organised as she used to be. She passed the dementia assessment, but it's become more and more clear that there's a general age related cognitive recline, and that she's not the woman she was. Now, it's almost a blessing, because she's blissfully unaware of her decline in many ways.

But it meant I gradually took on more and more of the day to day household stuff and caring for them as much as possible, and we muddled along. Until dad had the sudden aoertic aneurism in Feb of this year. At least it was a relatively painless and quick death, while still giving us enough time to say goodbye, and we got to say how much we loved each other.

But you guys saw how devastated I was by losing dad, and how hard it hit mum too, after 57 years together. I've been a daddy's girl since childhood, had him wrapped around my finger from a young age, and I knew he'd take a bullet for me.

Mum was too wracked by grief, and her short term memory issues, and bro had no strong feelings on choices, so all of dad's funeral planning fell to me, and I've never planned a funeral before, so I just did the best I could, and we all grieved and tried to adapt to a new routine without him. But I'll admit, most of the time since he passed in Feb, then the funeral March 20th, has been a fog of grief and depression to me. I pulled myself together enough to notify everyone, arrange the funeral, got through the day with the help of my bestie, who came for a couple of days and was a rock the night before, day of, and day after (he lives up North, but is a great support by phone and has never hesitated to come when I've needed him).

After dad passed, my agoraphobia got a lot worse, and self care. I stumbled through the days trying to make sure mum and the pets were cared for, then I would sleep and neglect myself. Brother took over all the outside shopping. While I'd taken over the majority of the housework, mum was still able to toilet, wash and dress herself, and she'd throw her laundry downstairs in a bag and put it in the machine and turn it on, and I'd carry on with drying/hanging out/folding, then she'd put her own things away. I did the rest of the household laundry. She's always been very particular about her routines, her things, and things being done a certain way, and she was still able to do that. The day of dad's funeral is the first time she soiled herself when she wasn't at home, so I had to get my friend to drive me to the house to get a change of clothes/wet wipes/clean pad etc for her, bless her. If I'd realised her continence had slipped that much, I would have packed a change of clothes for her before.

I did flag up with her doc/nurses that she was losing continence more and more, but it was only as the rectal tumour grew that she began having stool in her laundry, and wasn't putting her own intimate clothing in the washing machine herself anymore, that I saw she was beginning to lose some bowel control too, and spotted bright red blood, and some mucus. That's when docs arranged a FIT test to test for blood, but were still saying there could be lots of causes, especially since black, tarry blood is the real "WARNING, COLON CANCER" signal, you know? Said that they'd be running tests, but to try not to panic since it could be polyps, piles, a fissure, anything. She eventually had a colonoscopy, can't remember when that was, but it was a good couple of months before the bout of tests began end of October.

In the meantime, her diabetes started to become a problem, with the early morning hypos, slowly waning appetite. I looked back at the calendar yesterday, and I've been talking with, involved with and working with mum and her diabetes nurse to test her bloods myself, since mum was still doing her own insulin, but stopped taking her own blood sugars, just forgot to test them, but usually was still able to let me know if she felt her blood sugars were dropping, and would eat some sweets or biscuits herself sometimes still, to prevent a full on hypo.

August/Sept/Oct as her appetite dropped more and more, what we thought was grief and depression making her more tired in the morning and not wanting to get out of bed and get up (she always used to be up, dressed and down for breakfast by 8:30/9 before dad passed), and the increasingly severe hypos I was having to worry about and drag her out of in the mornings, it's literally only the last couple of weeks where they cut her insulin from 200ml to 80ml, and she's thankfully not going hypo in the ams anymore, although my hypervigilence and worries haven't fully eased yet.

I've been supervising her insulin since her dose was cut to 180, then 120, then 100, then 80ml, but she was still administering the injections herself, with me sitting and reminding her of the amount for each injection. I was still the only one testing her blood sugars, especially early am, and before bed, hoping to have them high enough before bed that her sugar levels weren't through the floor by 6am.... She still eats at her usual mealtimes, but gradually has been eating less and less of her actual meals, and drastically reduced her sneaky snacking, which is why her insulin was such a high dose for so many years.

It was only last weekend that I finally locked away her insulin after sheer exhaustion meant I fell asleep again after checking her at 6-7am, and she got herself up and gave herself her previous full whack of 200ml. That was my breaking point of sobbing/angry at myself and irrationally at my brother for not magically knowing that he should have fetched me - it's not her fault, or his. I should have locked away her insulin before. But I didn't want to completely take away all of her independence, and change her routines since that confuses and upsets her too, but if I had, I could have prevented that happening. That also meant I lost another nights sleep because I needed to, was testing her bloods all night and all day, because she didn't know whether she'd done her insulin or not, I decided not to give her any and just monitor her bloods, but the numbers tell me she must have, and she would have autopilot given herself 4 times 50 ml, as she'd done for years.

Her diabetes nurse and the nurse who did mum's dementia assessment who has also visited several times have been great, and they're liasing with the district nurse team, and they've been reassuring with me - that I can't do it all alone, that no, I didn't miss anything that could have prevented the cancer, that it's a very difficult situation, the insulin error was understandable and I did the right things in monitoring her and immediately finding a solution to lock away her insulin. But the guilt and lack of sleep, plus grief at how much she's declined even since diagnosis, hit me very hard. It all happening over a weekend was rough too, just tried to get through it until this past Monday, the 4th.

Monday the 4th 8am, the minute her health centre opened, I was on the phone requesting to speak to her diabetes nurse, who called me back later that day, and I also wanted to talk to her doctor asap to discuss her rapidly declining self care skills, appetite, pallor, continence, memory, mental confusion, and needing more professional care for her, and for us as caregivers. I spend Monday and a lot of Tuesday dealing with mum's care; an assessment was lined up for noon Tuesday 5th with at home hospice funding/district nurse assessor who met her two weeks ago, and adult social services on mum's side.

Given what happened over the weekend and my talks with mum's nurses/their convos with district nurse team, that meeting was basically cancelled, but the district nurse assessor came again, and agreed that mum needed more fast tracked care because of her decline, increased personal care needs (I have to shower her now) and something about caregivers assessments to see what other help we all might need, and agreed she's declined fast, and it has all been falling on me, until I was cracking under the pressure and that med error was a final straw for me. The district nurse also checking mum out medically, assessing, listening to me and being reassuring, and promising she'd fast track care, along with chasing the bladder and bowel service for me to get more large pads for mum, to take that task off my shoulders, helped.

Mum, brother and I were pulling together, I was on top of the laundry/personal care, told Sam to take the evening and night off Wednesday night, since his online friends meet on Wednesdays, he needs that support and time himself, and I'd had some solid sleep and felt absolutely fine to manage the pet care/mum's care to get them all dinner, then to bed at 10pm. Plus Wed morning he'd had to go do a load of shopping for the house/us (and been really thoughtful about it too!), then had to push his electric bike and all the shopping home in the rain after the charge ran out, and he'd been developing a cough. can't afford for him to be ill, and he needs rest and support as much as I do! But I was feeling calmer and that things were falling into place.

Today after doing the usual moring routine and helping mum get up, ready and fed, just before 1pm, mum's diabetes nurse called and I updated her, she agreed as long as mum isn't going low, that's the important thing, to let her eat pretty much whatever she wants, high sugars aren't a concern at this point, and the declining appetite means as long as she's willing to eat anything, that's a good thing.

Literally as I hung up with her, the fast track team called and agreed mum is entitled to more care, according to district nurse and their review of her records and reports, and that she's going to arrange for agency help twice daily, and they can offer more help if needed, I only need to call. Great! Hanging tight on that, but I can manage while that's being lined up now I've at least slept and I know more outside help is coming.

Then my cousins called, who helped talk me into accepting carers coming in 2x daily when I broke over the last weekend and were glad to hear I'd got some sleep, and agreed to accept more help in giving mum's personal care, so I can spend more time being her daughter and planning our last Christmas together, instead of run ragged being a support worker/care assistant, and with no time or energy left to leaf through photo albums with her. Brief call, but good, and will speak to them again in a few days. They care for their mum, my mum's sister, so they very much know what I'm going through.

4pm mum's chiropodist came, and I'd prepped a Christmas card, thank you card, and his payment, fortunately. He's looked after her feet for more about 30 years, so she's fond of him, and vice versa.

Then I had a rough call with the triage mental health team, checking up on me and making sure I wasn't going psychotic or anything, since my usual GP is on holiday this week, and I had to speak to a different GP as an emergency bridging thing to make sure I don't crack up again like I did over the weekend, and while I thought that GP appointment had gone okay, I guess she wanted the triage team to assess me rather than waiting for my usual GP to return and assess me on Tuesday 12th as planned. I'm doing the best I can, hopefully they can see that at least.
 
Then I had a rough call with the triage mental health team, checking up on me and making sure I wasn't going psychotic or anything, since my usual GP is on holiday this week, and I had to speak to a different GP as an emergency bridging thing to make sure I don't crack up again like I did over the weekend, and while I thought that GP appointment had gone okay, I guess she wanted the triage team to assess me rather than waiting for my usual GP to return and assess me on Tuesday 12th as planned. I'm doing the best I can, hopefully they can see that at least.

This made me really angry, hurt, ashamed, humiliated, and hopeless yesterday, and that hurt and anger is still simmering today. After text ranting at a fortunately very kind, empathetic and understanding friend here, it's clicking with me that I'm having a PTSD response along with the general caregiver burnout/crisis we had over the weekend. Triggers a lot of painful memories for me, and that while I'm more comfortable navigating the physical health system on mum's behalf, while providing much of the day to day physical caregiving, I'm more able to advocate on her behalf, and because it used to be my profession, so a lot of that is easier for me to deal with.

But when it comes to my own personal mental health, it's much more triggering, and one reason I've avoided any further involvement with the mental health system for so long, until I really had to in order to be able to provide care for mum. If it were just for me, to try to treat my depression/anxiety/PTSD, I wouldn't bother, I'd carry on alone, or just with my current GP who is a good one.

But since he was away, I spoke to a different one who didn't get it, referred me to some other mental health team I've never had dealings with before without telling me, rather than just bridging the gap until my usual GP returns next week. He could have referred me to them if necessary, and he would have explained it to me, rather than blindsiding me and making me feel worse rather than better.

The important things are falling into place. Mum is safe and comfortable, her teams are all up to date and fast tracking additional support services for her, which will help ease the load on my plate so I can at least rest and keep myself together instead of drowning alone. My GP had already set me up with other services that are being lined up, so why this other GP went behind my back and just added to my burden and fears has made me angry and frustrated with the whole system.
 
You’re doing so well. It’s not easy. I’m not to the point I need a full time caregiver but my husband has been thrust into that roll pretty quickly and it’s not easy short term and part time, let alone what you’re doing. Let yourself feel the frustration but don’t get lost in it. 💕
 
I get that feeling reading Lord of the Rings. And Louis L'Amour.

I have a Louis L'Amour on my "to read" shelf I haven't got around to yet, I (used to, when I had time) read a lot, so would get books from charity shops, found one of his, and I'd heard his name as writing really entertaining stories. Should I try it soon then?
My big comfort books are War and peace by Tolstoy
*raises eyebrow*

I haven't read it... :blush:

my nightstand book right now is Chicken Soup for the Soul. I've been away, lots of difficult things going on topped off by a surprise health issue. No longer reads, I'm still playing catchup

Sounds familiar! Sending you positive vibes and strength to get through.
Don’t forget to take care of yourself.

I literally haven't been taking care of myself. There hasn't been time.

Mum and dad drilled into as kids for any pets we got, that we did the needed pet care before anything else for ourselves. If we couldn't commit to that, then we weren't allowed the pet. They used it as an opportunity to teach us responsibility, and they were animal mad and had lots of pets anyway.

Right now I'm "On duty" and run ragged from 6-7am til 10:30-11pm taking care of mum, handling all the phone calls and visits with the nurses, hospice, doctors, my own medical team, trying to sort the finances and legal stuff, can't sleep for worrying so stay up writing lists and trying to get organised, doing the majority of the household chores - and the house is old, has three generations of stuff in it (parents weren't hoarders, they used to be much more organised, but they were collectors of various things, mum has saved sentimental items from her parents etc), and a lot needs to be sorted, disposed of/donated, and I want mum to tell me the stories again about the important things. The things like her mothers watch, or her fathers tools and paint supplies, my dad's stuff from his army and merchant navy days - the sentimental things I'd like to keep.

I also wanted to make Christmas as nice as I could for her. Our first without dad, and she knows it's almost certainly her last Christmas. My brother is supposed to be helping, but just like with dad's funeral, it's all left up to me, and between dealing with all the phone calls and visits, trying to get stuff organised, and the day to day care of mum and pets, I just don't have time left over, and I have to catch her when she's in the mood to want to do those things with me. We're running out of time together, and I feel like I'm wasting it and running out of time. Christmas is two weeks away. I've bought the cards (and thank you cards for helpful neighbours and friends), fetched the decorations and trees from storage, but they're just sitting in the living room.

I have to sort the gifts, and I have to cook the meal - brother can't even make pasta or cook bacon, he can only heat soup or make beans on toast.. slowly.

And I'm grieving hard. Brother says he just feels numb. I'm grieving for dad so much still... I adored him. And now I'm grieving for mum while she's still here - with no time to break down, and don't want to upset her or my dog when I cry either. I can't anyway, I literally have too much to do, day and night, no appetite either. I've had a bacon sandwich today, only because I was making them for mum and bro anyway, and I haven't had time or inclination for food since.

I know logically that I need food, rest time, and sleep, to be able to care for her. But there's no time to take of me.
Letting yourself cry is important. Getting outdoors to walk the dog and breathe in private is too. Allow yourself to mentally rest even if you don't sleep. Watch a movie with mum after looking in photo albums? And household help, is that an option? Keeping up with laundry and kitchen is a lot of work. You want time with your mom, that can't be replaced

They confirmed Friday that they're going to fast track a care package for her, for carers to come in and help with her physical care, so I can focus on other things, and at least have them sit with mum or make sure she's okay so I can take the dog out at 8am, like we used to, and when my friends also walk their dogs before work.

My best friend of more than 20 years drove three hours each way and stayed in an Airbnb, and bought his Greyhound, so he could be emotional support, and we took the dogs to a large pet/pet supply superstore on Saturday. That was great, meant I could get more frozen fish food, treats and toys for the parrots, toys for Pixie, and a new outfit for her for Christmas. Since we haven't been able to go on the twice/thrice daily walks we used to, and people keep feeding her human food, she's a bit barrel shaped now... I'm working to get her weight down. But found a cute outfit to turn her into a Christmas pudding.

Then Sunday went for a lovely long walk which is pathways between a river and some woodland. Wet weather meant muddy puddles everywhere, which Pixie loves, and she likes wading in rivers/the ocean too... I had to watch her not getting to close to the river, but she's brilliant at listening when off lead, so even though I was watching her like a hawk and having to make a warning "ah ah" noise (she knows that means stop, and that I'm serious) when she got closer to the edge than I was comfortable with. Lots of people and other dogs to greet, so she had a whale of a time, which always makes me happy, even though she needed a thorough bath after that!

Also meant I got to vent to my friend - and broke down crying at one time in the woodland, when I was explaining how I want to do the nice things with her, but with the 24 hr care being on my shoulders alone, I can't do it all, feel like I should be able to, and it keeps hitting me that my mum is dying. This is it.
You’re doing so well. It’s not easy. I’m not to the point I need a full time caregiver but my husband has been thrust into that roll pretty quickly and it’s not easy short term and part time, let alone what you’re doing. Let yourself feel the frustration but don’t get lost in it. 💕

Thank you hon! I'm so glad you have a supportive husband, and I hope you're getting the care you need! I know it's much harder to access and afford in the US - I can't even imagine going through this and also having huge hospital and caregiver bills. The NHS has plenty of flaws, and they're underfunded and underappreciated, but the staff themselves have all been kind, compassionate, competent, and they're throwing resources at us right now.

This is a really hard time. I was lost in a fog of grief and depression after dad passed, and after I went through the trial of organising and going to his funeral. I just collapsed. But mum declined hard at the time as well, and I just did more and more, without realising how much more I was taking on, then the diagnosis was so sudden, so soon after losing dad, and with such a grim prognosis.

Dad was so strong and capable. I wish I was half the person he was. I used to be an excellent care assistant and support worker, but this is different. I should be able to do it all, but I'm failing.
 

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