My sister and I used to message one another asking how is the mothership today?
There were always funny exchanges of what tasks she'd sneak off to do, while we were trying to WFH. When she was quiet you knew she was up to something, whether it was sneaking off to the garden or dusting the stairlift. My mum wasn't a woman who sat idle.
Slowly as the disease progressed she/we adapted to the limitations imposed. She persisted in helping with the cooking, despite the many occasions she'd drop a knife and instinctively go to grab it (thankfully no injuries). She'd do her own risk assessment, removing her fitflops when cleaning the stairlift as she'd tripped earlier in the week.
But gradually overtime she had to allow my sister and I to take over the chores. Most importantly she had to accept that she needed us to care for her, which we did until the very end.
I always imagined the end would be long and drawn out. I tried to prepare myself for such an eventuality. But actually it was quick and peaceful.
I'll forever be grateful for the paramedics who stayed with us on a Sunday to get the support we needed as the hospice/district nurse/ out of hours GP kept giving them the runaround. Mum had always been 'stable' so the just in case box wasn't in place. They were able to administer morphine to help her relax and she slipped off a while after.
I think I joined the forum a year ago but never introduced myself and panic posted the first day we started hoisting my mother at the end of September. I want to say thank you to each and every person who replied to my post and subsequent posts I made. Your willingness to take the time to respond is much appreciated.
I'm actually sincerely grateful to everyone who posts and shares their experiences. It makes you feel less alone and it's an invaluable source of information.
I'm not really sure how to end this post, other than to say say farewell mothership, we love you❤
There were always funny exchanges of what tasks she'd sneak off to do, while we were trying to WFH. When she was quiet you knew she was up to something, whether it was sneaking off to the garden or dusting the stairlift. My mum wasn't a woman who sat idle.
Slowly as the disease progressed she/we adapted to the limitations imposed. She persisted in helping with the cooking, despite the many occasions she'd drop a knife and instinctively go to grab it (thankfully no injuries). She'd do her own risk assessment, removing her fitflops when cleaning the stairlift as she'd tripped earlier in the week.
But gradually overtime she had to allow my sister and I to take over the chores. Most importantly she had to accept that she needed us to care for her, which we did until the very end.
I always imagined the end would be long and drawn out. I tried to prepare myself for such an eventuality. But actually it was quick and peaceful.
I'll forever be grateful for the paramedics who stayed with us on a Sunday to get the support we needed as the hospice/district nurse/ out of hours GP kept giving them the runaround. Mum had always been 'stable' so the just in case box wasn't in place. They were able to administer morphine to help her relax and she slipped off a while after.
I think I joined the forum a year ago but never introduced myself and panic posted the first day we started hoisting my mother at the end of September. I want to say thank you to each and every person who replied to my post and subsequent posts I made. Your willingness to take the time to respond is much appreciated.
I'm actually sincerely grateful to everyone who posts and shares their experiences. It makes you feel less alone and it's an invaluable source of information.
I'm not really sure how to end this post, other than to say say farewell mothership, we love you❤
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