My mum came to live near us about 7 years ago. She was fine, just turned 82 years old. She could clean her own flat, take herself to appointments, cook for herself and get herself out and about (every day, come rain or shine).
Six months after the move to her little flat she had a heart attack. Cue 6 weeks of walking her around every day - one hour each day but she had to be accompanied. In the winter, so the walks had to be done during the day.
At the time I was looking to return to work, part time somewhere, as our DS had started school. So that was put on hold.
Mum was on warfarin so had to have blood tests to ensure her blood wasn't too thick or too thin as she had a stent put in the heart. The problem was they couldn't get the dosage right. So we'd have a month between appointments, then one appointment a week. One would be on a Monday, the next week we couldn't get an appointment until Thursday. So, again, my starting to find work was put on hold as you can't expect a new employer to give you time off for an appointment every week especially when you don't know what day each appointment would be on.
Move forward six months. Mum had a fall. With the aftermath of that, a stomach problem, a cyst on the leg and her warfarin I covered 27 appointments with her that year. 27 - some at short notice. I started my own business as I knew I was now in a care cycle and wouldn't be able to go 'out' to work whilst mum was still with us - she was getting worse/older, not better.
Four years ago she was diagnosed with dementia. She lived in her own home (an extra care facility where carers are on hand but they have their own flat). She started off well. Then forgot to eat. Then would put her food in the oven for her evening meal at 9.00am. We got meals on wheels. Carers came to help with the evening meals. We covered appointments, doing her washing and ironing, taking her out, general cleaning and doing her medication.
Mum would ring at 10pm to say her district nurse hadn't been - she forgot there were two 10 o'clocks during the day. Even though it was dark she still assumed it was day time.
She had a number of falls - I was called out at 2 or 3am on numerous occasions.
Finally she went into hospital and the decision was she couldn't carry on that way. I could have wept with relief that finally someone actually acknowledged what we and the care team had been saying. She needed extra help and a secure environment. She'd tried to go out at 4.30am one morning and luckily the manager of her flats saw her, put her to bed and called me. I've had the police call me out as she'd rang them to say there was someone in her flat - there was no one. No one on CCTV, no alarms for other entrances to her flat.
We cared for her in her own home for five and a half years and it almost ended my relationship with my siblings. Not because they didn't help. They did. But the constant calls from mum, organising carers, appointments, emergency calls to hospitals where you wait 12 hours for her to get a bed - whilst you and your DH try to arrange for someone to take your DS to school in the morning otherwise DH (whose self employed) would miss yet another day's work and have to put his customers off, were just too much.
Ill health does not just happen. It sneaks up. It is monotonous and it is merciless. It takes your own health (I was on medication myself by the time the hospital found a care home for mum), it takes your future (I've just started looking for paid work outside the home now as I know she is now safe), and it affects your family. My DS has had to run down the road with me after yet another call to say mum's on the floor, ambulance on the way. He's been shoved into friend's mums arms whilst I make yet another trip to the hospital then been taken back home when DH has arrived home after a frantic two hour drive to collect him.
Don't criticise others until you've walked in their shoes. Caring for an elderly relative can be fine - whilst they just need a weekly shop done but wait until the weekly GP appointments start or the beginnings of incontinence - when you don't know if this is the way it's 'going to be from now on' or just a blip so you can't plan anything.