As well as my poor dad's life and my sisters too. Mum would have hated this.
Over the last 8 years my thoughts have always been for my dear mum, I have gone out of my way to help her on this dreadful journey because she was the best mother but it's taken a massive chunk out of my life and I will never get that back.
I know that I somehow need to shelve this thought process but I now live in complete fear of getting this evil disease. I feel that witnessing what this does to people has left me with a kind of ptsd, sorry if that seems overdramatic but it's genuinely how I feel right now. I don't want my brain's functions to be slowly eradicated, to lose the ability to communicate my most basic needs, to end up double incontinent and have to rely on other people to do the most personal of personal care for me.
Mum has just come back from a two week respite stay in a care home and that experience has terrified me even further. The home was lovely with great reviews, a great QCC rating and decorated homely and cheerily but was the most depressing place I have ever been in simply because it was full of (sorry to say), zombies.....men and women who used to have jobs, friends and social lives. These people once raised children and kept households, travelled and did 'stuff' without giving it much thought but now there is no life left in them, just their shells. They need help walking back to their rooms because for the umpteenth time that day they have forgotten where they live and who they are adn are just wandering. Having to be hand fed, toileted and put to bed like young children. It was heartbreaking and terrifying at the same time. I sat next to a lady yesterday who was at the table just shovelling custard in her mouth as though she was a robot, there was no life in her eyes, I smiled and spoke to her but there was nothing there, she was just staring into space whilst spoon went to bowl and to mouth again and again as though she was pre-programmed to do so. I wanted to weep for that poor lady.
Mum was diagnosed in 2018 and since that time I have nothing positive or encouraging to say about dementia and will now live the rest of my life in fear. Every time I forget a name and struggle to find a word, mislay something or repeat a story a flash of panic will overwhelm me and sink me that little bit further into the fear. I am currently in counselling but it won't help me erase the fear because unlike those who have never had the misfortune to see what dementia does, I have and it terrifies me.
I know that no disease is fun but dementia is just insidious and heartbreaking.