Mum was diagnosed with Alzheimer's 8 years ago but I had been pushing for a diagnosis at least 2 years previously, so I imagine it's been 10 years +
I have been helping my elderly parents navigate this world of theirs almost every day for the last 6 years. I have become their PA in all sense and purpose, the person who has to keep track of everything in their lives, keeping their plates spinning in the air. A role I took on out of love but had zero notion of what I was getting myself into.
Mum has a pacemaker due to a heart condition, three years ago she was diagnosed with breast cancer, last summer she had a nasty fall in the garden fracturing her neck. In A&E we were told the type of fracture she had would most likely kill her within a month. She survived and after a month long stay in hospital she came home, worse than before and now doubly incontinent. The state she was in upon discharge we genuinely expected her to die at home within weeks but she kept pushing on. This winter she had an infection of 'unknown origin' and after a 36 hour wait in A&E corridors (where my father picked up norovirus) she had another stay in hospital which saw her deteriorate further and upon discharge to home her GP prescribed anticipatory medication as she appeared to be coming to end of life. 7 months on she is still here - bless her.
This summer has been awful for mum, the heat has exhausted her and she spends most of her days just sitting in her recliner chair with her feet up, sleeping on/off all day (she has to have her feet up or her they will turn purple/black). She can not speak, just looks at us with glazed expressions, is double incontinent so has carers in 3 times a day which is costing her £800+ per week. Every now and then she becomes animated and will smile and say a few words but it's very sporadic now.
Honestly, what kind of life is this? I cry every day for my poor mum. I love her so dearly and want her to live forever but obviously not like this, this is no life for her, for my dad or for my sister and I. It is such a wicked disease. Why does my mum's poor diseased body and brain want to keep clinging on to life, it is no life at all.