I lost my beautiful mum on Tuesday morning, very suddenly and without any warning. My mum was 77 and had suffered from depression and anxiety on and off through most of her adult life, and recently had some worstening cognitive issues and had lost a lot of her dexterity and was due to go for a Parkinson's scan on the day she died.
Apart from having become a bit frail and unbalanced due to the cognitive issues, she was physically fit and well as far as I knew. She was diagnosed with nothing at all.
At 8am I was talking to her on the phone about the scan that day, and at 8.45 I was giving her CRP. I am really struggling to get my head around what happened.
She had help from carers to get up and dressed in the mornings and to get her ready for bed at night. Her usual carer got her up and she walked to the loo, and then she called the carer back to the bathroom to say she didn't feel well, and then I think she just went... I live in the road behind my mum and when the carer called me I must've been there within about 30 seconds, but I think she had already gone...
I did CPR when I was on the phone to 999, and then the paramedics arrived and tried for another half an hour or so until they explained that they had to stop...
I'm feeling so overwhelmed with so many different emotions constantly. I can't get the image of finding my mum like that out of my head, when the carer called me and said my mum wasn't well, I honestly thought she had just got herself worked up into a state about the scan, as she worried about everything.
I can't stop thinking about the horrific processes that we went through to try and help her on Tuesday, the undignified way in which she was on the floor while the paramedics were helping, and all I can seem to focus on was any time that I had snapped at my mum or didn't have the best patience with her.
Aside from the carers getting her dressed and sometimes helping her to the loo, my mum had got to the point where she relied on me for almost everything, to the point where I was scared to leave my phone for two minutes in case she needed me for something either big or small, and because sometimes this could be quite testing, there wete times when I snapped at her. I had taken every single issue off my mum's plate, but she would just find more and more silly things to worry and panic about, which was frustrating at times, but I just feel such tremendous guilt about it, and that's all I can seem to focus on, even though I do know, realistically, that I did everything I possibly could for my mum every day of her life, and everybody does keep reminding me of this.
I just can't imagine that I will be able to focus on anything else ever again. I wish it was the happy and fun times that would come to my mind, the times we used to laugh, but it's just not.
I don't know how to cope with these feelings of overwhelming guilt and I don't know if it's natural and normal to feel like this?
My poor husband and children don't know what to do, they are trying so hard to be so lovely and supportive, and I can see my poor kids looking at me before they speak to me, to see if I've been crying. I am not normally a crier ever.
My brain just can't seem to make sense of all the different things it's trying to process. I don't know what I expect from this post really, I just felt like it might be helpful to even write it all down. Thank you to anyone that's got this far ...