Fiuuck. I feel like we’ve been dealt a properly shit hand.
Dd has Alzheimer’s and vascular dementia, diagnosed 10 years ago and he’s been in a home for just over four years. Last Monday was told he is now at the end and is now not eating and sleeping a lot. He may have weeks left.
Now I have been getting more and more concerned about my mum and I’ve realised after the last couple weeks that actually I think she has it too. I’m living in some sort of Groundhog Day. I’m answering the same questions over and over again every day. This evening, over the course of an hour, she phoned me THREE times to ask me if I was coming to see her tomorrow. THREE. I see her every day. I can’t do this again. I just can’t. It’s not fucking fair.