This is where I feel we are heading.
Mum has advanced Alzheimer's which was very much exacerbated this summer following a fall in her garden. She fractured her neck which required a 3 week stay in hospital. The hospital allowed mum to constantly soil the bed and now that has become her new normal. She has been back home for a few months and she is now double incontinent and soils herself throughout the day, she has very limited mobility and just sits all day in her recliner (I take her in her wheelchair around the village whenever I can but tbh it's not very enjoyable as mum moans the whole time).
I couldn't cope with changing mum's nappies so we now have 2x carers in 3 times a day. The morning carers come to wash and toilet mum. The other carers come in to change mum as she will have inevitably soiled herself. They also come to put her in bed at 7pm.
It is so so sad to see this quick decline. Mum was diagnosed in 2018 but up until the fall she was fairly mobile, I would take her to a day centre 3 times a week (which she loved) and she would happily walk herself in and out there, we would have little walks around our village, dad would take her for drives, she could take herself to and from the toilet with only minimal help. She now sits all day in the recliner, luckily she can still feed herself (sometimes with a little help) but that's about it. She has lost most of her conversation but thankfully is still her lovely smiley self but it's heartbreaking to see. This is now her (and our lives) and it sucks.
Dad absolutely pointblank refuses to consider a live in carer or to see mum placed in a care home. I don't know how much more I can keep doing this though. Last night the morning carer called to say she thinks she has Norovirus and is very unwell with constant vomiting and diarrhoea. Mum was her last visit yesterday before she rushed home and was ill. I am now on anxious tenterhooks fearing mum will come down with it, if she does I truly have no idea how we will cope - I have emetophobia so haven't slept all night stressing over it all.
My sister and I feel we are heading towards carer breakdown, this has been such a long and arduous journey and this summer has felt like one of the final nails in the coffin.
I don't think SS will help as we have had them in 3 times over the last few years and they say they can do nothing as my parents have money.
How the heck do you get through this?