I feel guilty saying this, but I’m really hating having to be a carer for my lovely mum. It’s only been months, compared to some of your years, but already I’m utterly miserable. Her personality has changed because of the brain tumour, and it’s hard work. My kids are affected, with my six year old now wetting the bed, and I’ve not had a weekend in my home since October. I mentioned hospice again today and she made a horrified face. I know I’ll regret being so resentful once she’s gone, but today is just a really tough one.