When my now teenage daughter was born my MIL had leukaemia. Fortunately she survived, but as a consequence she has had two (failed) hip replacements and seems to be developing more & more dementia-like symptoms. My FiL cared for her until a serious illness 5 years ago left him with serious mobility problems and brain damage. They are both highly educated, very articulate, wealthy and will not accept any help from anyone. They won't even get a blue badge to help their friends when they take them for hospital appointments.
We thought things had come to a head in the new year when MIL had a stroke & spent 3 weeks in hospital. Their sons & I cleared our diaries, moved in in shifts & did everything we could to get a support package in place. We mopped up wee, washed disgusting sheets, threw away rotten food, sweet-talked their cleaner & installed care buzzers. They agreed to all the help we offered to get them, until we returned home. Doors were shut in SS's faces, suggestions for home improvements were spurned, Zimmer frames were put in the dining room & MiL refused to wear her buzzer, despite having falls.
Last night FiL rang to say MIL had been taken to A&E after choking & blocking her airways. She's pulled through, probably because FiL had the good sense to press his buzzer & get an ambulance. My DH has had another day of washing, cleaning & trying to get the house back together again and food in the fridge within its use by date.
MiL has cancelled a memory clinic appointment because they both want to go out to vote, despite the remaining 13 hours in the day the polling station will be open. Their refusal to have postal votes regardless of their mobility & health issues explains perfectly why she needs to go to the memory clinic!
I have no idea why I'm posting, I suppose I want to simply let off steam. We all work full time, have up to 500 miles or at least a stretch of water between us & them, and never get any acknowledgement of what we do to help. They are pig headed & ridiculously blinkered, but we love them & we miss the people they used to be. Everyone's suggestions of ways to help & get care in place are totally unworkable because they are too proud to use the help available. I'm waiting for DH to get off the ferry & come home to give him a chance to vent. My DD has spent the day in my office whilst I've been at work. Happy bank holiday!