Just wanted to post on this board as have found it useful in the past.
Today my dm (88) had another health scare/worry.
My dsis rang me this a.m to alert me to the fact my dm was unwell and what to do about it. Anyway, I rang my dm and persuaded her to ring 111 for help as she had done this successfully in the past. I then was ready to go down there if necessary and mean while had the phone by my side as you might imagine.
She rang 111 at 11.30 a.m and finally got a callback at 6.30 p.m. The doctor diagnosed dm over the phone and, if it's the correct diagnosis, should be treatable.
Dm sounded much better as you tend to after being diagnosed, mentally, if not yet physically. Naturally dsis and I were relieved. And could stand down for the evening to all intents and purposes.
But, in the last hour or so, I've just started feeling all doomy again. With a heavy weight on my chest metaphorically speaking. I know that at the age dm is there's going to be something else pretty soon. The tension is hard to deal with. It's all perfectly inevitable and understandable. I have a frail df too (89) and they live at home currently saying they don't need carers yet etc.
I'm obviously lucky that they are both still around and haven't had much illness prior to the last 10 years or so and have had rich and pretty comfortable lives yada yada.
But it's like some sort of pre grief; this inevitably of more illness and worry and potential accidents to occur at any time. Revving up to help but also being slightly paralysed by worry.
Anyone else relate?
Tia