My father was diagnosed with vascular dementia 5 years ago at age 56. Since then he's sunk quickly with the irony seeming to be the younger you're diagnosed the faster you deteriorate.
I was his main carer for three years before my mother agreed to take over so I could go back to work full time. After that i helped out and I sorted out all the paperwork/red tape/doctors appointments.
I got married at the end of last year and I'm so glad that we were able to do it while he was well enough to still walk me down the aisle. One of my most memorable moments was standing outside the church about to walk in and him asking 'why are we going in here?'Not to mention the big hug he gave me when i told him i was getting married that day.
He sank fairly quickly after that to be honest and after a massive struggle with red tape we managed to get him into a great nursing home in march.
The problem is ever since I was able to take a step back and breathe for a second I just feel completely lost. I have forgotten what life is without having to deal with this horrible illness. i feel broken and so desperately sad knowing that he would've hated ending up in care but it just became to much for any of us to handle. I don't know how to deal with this grief, it's just never ending.
I don't even know what I want from this post but if you've been through similar and have any advice on how to keep sane it'd be appreciated!