Bless you, dear sir,
This day with mom,docs, and her quickly growing dementia (I never knew it can get bad so quickly) has been a suckful day, I just want to cry and scream, spouse tries to offer support but a support bra can offer more, ha!ha!
Soooooooooooo, I'm stuck, more beer and appts. for her. I definately going to sign up for the "caregivers support" group meetings, asap, that our medical center offers, that I desparetly (sp?) need before I run away from her and my own family . . . I can no longer do this.
Why, oh why, was I brought up in a home where taking care of the elderly was paramount????
I hate this, and I fear it will destroy and take me too.
No threats of suicide, I'm just venting at the end of my emotional rope. Everyone, please, bear with me, with this.
Take care, keep the strength, we shall not falter, we need to get through this. . .and we can. Maybe not unscathed, but we can do it.

Roe