A little late to the party but reading these messages has, for once, made me feel like I’m not the only person who has it badly.
Like many of you, my mum was diagnosed with a severe form of MS in 2003. She’d have symptoms for about a year - difficulty raising her feet when walking etc. She’s also had a bout of strange paralysis when I’d been born and had prayed that if it was MS to stay healthy enough to see me through school. Strangely enough, when she was diagnosed I was 16 years old and had just done my GCSEs. It really felt like my life had changed overnight. I always draw the comparison that a year earlier my biggest worry had been a boy I fancied not liking me back but when the diagnosis came I matured almost instantly.
Despite her fierce will that she’d ‘never end up in a wheelchair’, her mobility declined at a heartbreaking speed. I still have visions of her shuffling in the house and lived in constant fear that she would fall.
Five months after her diagnosis, she had a seizure in her sleep. That was the first major MS issue we had and I can still remember feeling like my heart was being torn out of my body as I waited for the ambulance to arrive. I think that was the day my fear of phone calls began - waiting for my dad to call me from the hospital was excrutiating. I remember being told she mightn’t make it through.
She spent a few weeks in ICU, HDU, a regular ward and was discharged. A few weeks later, she got a bladder infection and went back to hospital.
This went on for months, everytime I lost a little bit of her. Cognitively she was falling apart. I remember a particularly weird relapse where she had to have a mental health assessor visit the house because she was saying bizarre things. On the very same day that happened, I had to go and sit my AS Levels. College was great fun…
Five years after her diagnosis, she moved into a care home. That was one of the hardest parts for me. I could hardly cope and was prescribed anti-biotics to try and stop me from crying every-other-minute.
Although I used to visit every other day, my visits are few and far between now - I’m finding it too hard to see her the way she is. Lying in bed, unable to move, barely able to speak, unable to recognise her own daughter. My brother doesn’t go at all. In his mind, he doesn’t have a mum anymore.
Christmas is coming and I’m pulling my hair trying to think of where I can spend it - I can’t face going to the care home for another year, trying to give presents that she can’t open/that she can’t stay awake long enough to look at.
I feel like my life is in limbo. The past decade has been absolutely torturous seeing how horrific MS can be. Having my mum ripped away from me.
My dad visits her every day. He is disabled too and has his own issues - if the very worst thing happened I don’t know how he’d cope.
I feel like I’ve grieved for ten years and I’m still grieving. The only way to move on would be for the ultimate worst thing to happen and I can’t fathom that.
Sorry for such a rant… I know I’ve given no advice - there is no advice to give. But hopefully it will make people feel like they’re not alone.
xxx