My mum has lung cancer. No more can be done for her. She's dying.
Last May she had a bad stomach bug, she became withdrawn and a bit agoraphobic because she was scared of being sick or having an accident if she went out. It totally changed her. She cut down her hours at work, stayed in all the time and avoided our calls. Then she was told that the tumour on her lung had grown again so she'd need to have more treatment. She'd lost weight and become weak because of the bug and her continuing fear of being sick again, so she was starting treatment at a weak point. Of course the treatment didn't work so was told that this time she was dying. No time scale has ever been given.
So she withdrew even more.
Now she's become really spiteful, she avoids phone calls and will never call anyone. She looks at us as if she hates us. She won't answer the door to nurses or go to any of the meetings arranged. She tells lies about everything. If you ask her a question she snaps at you and tells you you're a nag. Yesterday I cried down the phone to her and told her I was only asking because I cared. She shouted "well you're not doing a very good job are you!"
The thing is I could look past these behaviours if she'd been a lovely mum before, but all this is bringing back tough childhood memories. Nothing massive, I was never abused or had anything awful happen, but I can't stop remembering times in my life where I questioned whether my mum loved me. All this current behaviour is just making me think that she must have really hated me and my brothers.
I should be looking after her and caring for her but I can't see past this growing hatred for her and how she's treated me since I was little. The feelings are growing terribly and instead of feeling sad that my mum's dying, I just feel anger and hate.
I know that when she's gone I'll despise myself for feeling like this and I'll miss her terribly.
Why can't I stop feeling this way?