As I said previously, I’m getting a taste of what Mom went through with Dad. I’m not sure what’s more difficult to bear: when a child has to care for a parent or when a spouse has to care for a spouse (with dementia).
Now Mom asks me whether her diaper needs to be changed. We grow as close as the mother-daughter relationship can when dealing with the colostomy bag.
When you’ve dealt with that, well, you’ve earned your dutiful daughter sticker. 🙂
So far I’m hanging in there, though I do worry the stress of today will catch up with me tomorrow or next week or next month. But if my mom’s cancer or my dad’s Alzheimer’s has taught me anything, it’s to be here today.