My lovely DM is finally dying. I’ve been expecting for it for years. But now that it’s here I’m a mess.
She’s had secondary, incurable cancer for many years and moved into a nursing home 18 months ago due to lack of mobility/falling. The care is good, the staff lovely despite being run off their feet. Approx 8 weeks ago DM started to physically and cognitively decline. Her mobility got worse, so I couldn’t transfer her from her wheelchair to my car, which meant an end to shopping trips, coffee shops and pub lunches. Usually, just a week without an outing would have been cause for riot, but DM didn’t seem to be bothered.
She became more withdrawn - not engaging with the organised activities as she did and seemed somehow ‘far away’. The staff noticed. I noticed. But it’s clear now that DM isn’t just “tired today”, or “a bit under the weather”. She’s started the process of dying. The suspicion is that cancer has spread to her brain. We won’t know unless she has brain scans, but that isn’t in her best interests.
She’s in bed, mostly asleep. When she’s awake she’s often elsewhere, or referring to things from many years ago, or not making sense at all. She’s nauseous, not eating, barely drinking. So fragile and thin. My lovely Mom.
I’m not scared. I know she’s not scared. She’s wanted to be with DF since he suddenly died some years back. I know her wishes, have POA and the nursing home is supportive and very clear on what needs to happen - no ambulances, no pointless interventions, just as many drugs as possible to keep her comfortable. I just hope she will have a swift, painless end.
But, despite knowing this has been coming for a long time and knowing that there’s nothing to be done and that death will be a relief and a release for DM, I am not coping.
I have a lead weight of anxiety on my chest, wake up in the night in a panic and feel sick. The powerlessness is overwhelming. I don’t know if she has weeks or days or hours, which makes it feel worse. Should I try to go about my days as normal? Should I spend every possible minute at her bedside? I don’t want to do the wrong thing, but don’t know what the right thing actually is.
It feels like I’m constantly on the verge of bursting into tears, screaming or punching someone. It’s difficult to try to be calm and keep a lid on it all. On one hand it will be a relief when DM reaches the end of her journey, but on the other hand part of my brain is screaming that I don’t want to lose my best friend.
Has anyone been in a similar situation, please? Can anyone suggest how long she might have left? I know that nobody can say for sure.