During the last few years of my mother's life, I stopped taking vacations, because she would get so overwrought whenever I left town, even though she had help from my friends. Her last six months before her final decline she lived at our house and I was her 24x7 caretaker. She wouldn't even ask my husband when she needed help, and the last three months we never left the house at the same time because she was a fall risk. She also made impulsive decisions which made me worry about her, the critters, and the house itself. We had already realized that we had to put her in a care facility because I would have ended up committing elder abuse. She was not an easy woman at the best of times.
I sometimes wonder if she decided to die when she learned I was going on vacation, and she would be cared for by my sister followed by a paid caretaker while I was gone for two weeks. My sister let out the secret (inadvertently, as I should have warned her) in May. She was hospitalized in June for her bipolar disease, in July she started kidney failure, and we put her in hospice on August 1. She died August 15th, 2014.
I know so many people who endure worse for longer, but it was still very hard.
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During the last few years of my mother's life, I stopped taking vacations, because she would get so overwrought whenever I left town, even though she had help from my friends. Her last six months before her final decline she lived at our house and I was her 24x7 caretaker. She wouldn't even ask my husband when she needed help, and the last three months we never left the house at the same time because she was a fall risk. She also made impulsive decisions which made me worry about her, the critters, and the house itself. We had already realized that we had to put her in a care facility because I would have ended up committing elder abuse. She was not an easy woman at the best of times.
I sometimes wonder if she decided to die when she learned I was going on vacation, and she would be cared for by my sister followed by a paid caretaker while I was gone for two weeks. My sister let out the secret (inadvertently, as I should have warned her) in May. She was hospitalized in June for her bipolar disease, in July she started kidney failure, and we put her in hospice on August 1. She died August 15th, 2014.
I know so many people who endure worse for longer, but it was still very hard.