Mum was diagnosed last year aged 60. It was 10 months of hell convincing her to attend appointments before she finally got a diagnosis. I knew she had it, had known it had to be dementia for a few years. It was still horrible hearing a consultant confirm it, but at least it opened the door to medication and support. Still waiting for the support.
We have ambled on, trying to carry on with life. Mum and dad had always planned to retire at 60, which they did. Dad is now mum's full-time carer. He didn't have the awareness I did of the disease, but he has learned as he's went.
I'm an only child and their only support. I'm my dad's sound board, I'm the one who gives him respite. I'm the one who mostly knows what to say and how to bring mum round.
I'm a new mum and recently feel like the grieving is getting worse. More intense. The grieving has been coming in waves for some time. I feel like now I'm grieving for myself and my son. She always wanted to be a granny, but can't be the granny she would have been.
I try to tell myself we're lucky she's still here, to make the most of her while we can. But it's not her. Everytime she does or says something that's not her, that wave of sadness is there.
Is this how others find it? I have no idea how to deal with the constant sense of grief.