A letter I had printed in the Times shortly after my mother died. I didn't choose the headline. Mine is the first letter.
I have to say that if the illness doesn't wear you down, the State will. No question my mother was trying to be killed by the State for years. It's a war of attrition.
I would say, take it in fortnightly chunks. Also, it's the stuff you didn't do that gets you after, anything you didn't get round to doing but had on the backburner as something maybe to look forward to.
It was when we perhaps 'relaxed' a bit that she went, sometimes it's like the tension and fight is what keeps them in the battle. There's talk of when you walk out the room and then they choose to go. For some, that makes sense because they want it to be private and may feel they are letting you down if they go when family is present.
Beats me why someone doesn't suggest palliative care to the OP. I mean, the State was forever suggesting it to us. Anyway, nice bit of classical music on the iPod, or a turntable playing old records. A cool, airy room, no pain. Small fridge in room.
There is a point when you could be just as effective if you took a less stressed attitude about it all. That said, the week I took that view was the week my mother went.
Still, wish I'd known sooner to stay off the filter coffee, visit the steam room/sauna, get some kind of massage or something...
There's also such a thing as 'anticipatory grief'... Google it. Also, the stress the OP is feeling may be some kind of shared bond with the parent who is also going through the same, you become sort of bonded in that way, so be good to yourself and it may reflect back on them; they may pick up on it. This sounds like bullshit, but I do sort of see it that now looking back. My stress became her stress and vice versa. I just didn't have the energy to push her through any more, both our batteries were wearing down and I didn't have the energy to appreciate the time with her I had left.
Don't get me wrong, we did everything, but love is infinite and my energy was not, so it was always going to feel like I fell short, I suppose.