Thanks to all for your genuinely helpful posts.
I've felt very low the past few days - emotionally and physically (backache, lethargy, upset tummy and even sore/bloodshot eyes). I forced myself to go out yesterday afternoon/evening to a meeting arranged long ago. It was the last thing I wanted to do, and I seriously considered cancelling - but knew I was sinking staying by myself in the house. Just the act of showering/washing hair/applying makeup/wearing lovely clothes made me feel better. I needed a change of scenery and something to do that would take my mind off the situation.
Today, I feel much better. Dropped dd at school and went for a brisk 2 mile walk in the cold sunshine, as I thought some physical activity would help rather than another day sitting at home feeling increasingly upset.
I have not been to see Mum (it's a 4 hour drive). I am aware that while I have stopped dwelling on the situation, I am not dealing with it either.
I spoke to one of my sisters this morning, and Mum was better yesterday and the day before - though had moments of confusion/delusion (kept insisting we'd moved her into a new house, when she is in the place where she's been for 40 years).
I've called in a favour, and blagged my way onto a doctor's appointment books for Monday (new GP who has taken me on even though his patient roster is full). I'm hopeful he can help with some medication that may bring me some relief.
I've struggled so long to be free of my family and their crap, and now am faced with the prospect of being tortured by guilt if I don't somehow manage to spend time with my Mother. Logically, I know she's just a pitiful old lady who is very afraid, in pain, and slowly dying. But I've been making myself ill thinking about how to say goodbye.
Danae - the story you tell of rubbing lotion into someone's hands as a small gesture of comfort is profound. I've tried to imagine if I could do that for Mum. Other than the briefest hello/goodbye airkisses, I honestly don't recall every being touched by her in a loving/affectionate way. No hugs, no stroking of hair/back, no sitting in a lap, no touching a cheek - all the little things I do spontaneously with dd. I can't imagine touching her in a kind/gentle way. We don't touch.
Must dash now to collect dd, but wanted to reply to the thread and say once again a heartfelt thank you for giving me a place to be heard and comforted.