My mother died young. I was too young myself at this point to comprehend was caring for a terminally ill relative meant - the whole thing blindsided us and she died a mere 5 weeks after diagnosis leaving everyone shocked and reeling. I have a brother, but as the female next of kin I found the main caring responsibility fell to me, and I was the one the doctors contacted in the first instance. If they called me I had to drop everything. My mum had a brain tumour and wasn't in control of what she was doing. She could fall at any time with no awareness, and I was lighter than she was so found it impossible to get her up. Long-term care in that situation would have been very difficult - and at that age was outside my comprehension or experience. I wasn't even thirty.
My grandmother died of MND 6 months after my mum. She begged me to help her die. I just didn't know what to do. I didn't have the courage to do that. I had never heard of Dignitas, and was still struggling without my mum to help me. Then my grandfather developed dementia and also had low blood pressure which made him liable to sudden falls. He also very uncharacteristically turned on me - thought I was trying to hurt him (not his fault, but the condition). You cannot care for someone at home under those circumstances. It would have been dangerous for him and for me.
I have no chance of caring for my parents in their old age, they're already gone, but would say that people rarely know what this entails and often decisions are taken out of your hands. There are usually guilty feelings - the feeling that you've failed them. But I could only do my best with what was available to me in terms of experience and resources at the time. (I can't help thinking, though, that it wasn't a very good 'best').
Now my only surviving relative, my brother, is in what I suspect are the final stages of chronic alcoholism. Again I'm the one expected to pick up the pieces whilst he's barely functioning but knee deep in denial, insisting nothing's wrong. I'm exhausted, and to be honest also resentful - I'm recovering from a serious injury and now my DH has been diagnosed with early stage cancer. (He's 51). I can't pick up anyone else's broken pieces right now. DH is the one who needs and deserves to be my priority.
I just can't do it all - be there for everyone, as I have been constantly for years. And because I'm FUCKING female the whole of the rest of society thinks these unenviable 'rescuer' roles belong exclusively to me. (In DH's case they do, in other cases, they fell to me because I was the competent one). I have a young child to think of on top of all these other issues.
I'm exhausted. I feel like someone who's lived a much longer life than I actually have. To others in this position I would say it's all very well to pontificate about what you WOULD do, but being in that situation is a different proposition entirely.
Sorry - this thread has opened the floodgates for me somewhat. Thanks if you've read this far - this post has been cathartic.