Hi all,
First time posting here and this whole process is very new to me so please be kind. I'm mostly just looking for a hand hold and bit of comfort as I'm having a tough morning and don't know who to reach out to.
My father has recently been referred onto a specialist clinic regarding his cognitive decline. I'd noticed for a while that he struggled to remember words or 'find the right phrase' but he constantly put it down to 'getting old' (he's 73 this year so not exactly doddering). He's got progressively worse, and it's now very hard to hold a conversation with him. He's forgetting to do things (take medication, turn the stove off, go to appointments), throwing away important letters and generally misremembering things.
We finally got him into see a GP a few weeks ago (my sister in law took him, as I live around 5 hours away) and apparently he scored very highly on a test they did and has been referred on to a clinic (as I'd said earlier), but got told this can take up to a year.
His decline seems fairly rapid. I'm 6 months pregnant, having a little boy and we have settled on a name for him. I've told my dad this repeatedly but he accuses me of not telling him I'm pregnant, or tells me I've never told him the name before. I'm trying not to let it bother me and I just brush it off and happily tell him that, yes, I am pregnant and we're having a boy and I'm sure he can't wait to meet his granddad. I'm doing all I can to facilitate things; I've been doing the 5 hour drive each way to his every weekend to clean/batch cook and generally care for things. I can't go midweek because of work and midwife appointments.
I just feel like I'm getting rapidly burnt out by it all and I've had a smile on my face for months, and this weekend when I was down it was just all a bit much and I feel like I can't hold it together this morning at work. Probably doesn't help that I am pregnant and my hormones are through the roof 😆but I have been sat sobbing over my laptop for the past hour. I'm sure I'll pull up my big-girl panties soon enough and pull myself together but today feels especially hard.
I should say that my husband is supportive and tries to help but as we are so far away, I think he struggles to know what to do for my dad without being close by.
It's upsetting to think that this is essentially just the start of it all and I should probably make the most of this time because, realistically, it's only going to be downhill from here. And yet I feel like a failure because I'm already struggling!
As I say, I don't really know what I want from any of this except perhaps a bit of a vent and a hand hold/virtual hug from someone who understands. Thanks!