@enoughbananas same here. My DM had a medical episode 5 years ago and came out of hospital on palliative care, doubly incontinent and unable to walk so is in a wheelchair, hoisted from her hospital bed etc. 4 x carers a day and my DF running the house i.e. cooking/cleaning/washing etc. He's 83 and she's 79. When it all kicked off, I did everything for them both with regard to life admin and getting DM home (as that is where she wanted to die), liaised with SS, district nurses, GPs, hospital clinics, arranged care package, arranged wheelchair/hoists blah blah...have sorted a wheelchair assisted car, car insurance, house insurance, car tax, sorted PoA, benefits, blue badge, Tena pad orders, prescriptions, food orders, hearing aids, eye tests...plus visiting 3 x week. You name it, I did it.
All this plus working, plus 2 DC (now young adults) but still supporting them, a horrible menopause, mental health took a nose dive, DH dealing with his own DP's and their issues and it all became too much. Had a bit of therapy and put up some boundaries and dropped to 2 x visits a week but still do all life admin...well, you'd think I'd cut DM's arms off.
I've started to dread my 2 x weekly visits but I made a rod for my own back by doing SO much for them in the early days because it was terrifying to hear the news that she would die within weeks of coming home. The more I do, the more they kind of expect me to do...it's exhausting. But I am putting things in place to restore some order now.