Hey, good morning guys, Happy Thursday to you all. My moms pretty ill. She will probably leave me soon. I go to the hospital everyday to be with her until I have to rush home to get my daughter off the bus. I've realized going to see her everyday knowing she won't be with me long is taking an emotional and mental toll on me. Sometimes I think if I skip a day that day is the day she will take her last breath and I won't be there. I love her so much. She can't talk but I know she knows I'm there. My question is has anyone felt guilt for not visiting a loved one? Yesterday my daughter had her moving up ceremony go from 7th grade to 8th grade. This was the first moving up ceremony my mom wasn't by my side. I was alone. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time to do more or say more to her. The last two years her dementia drained me as it progressed but I look back now and say I would gladly deal with the dementia rather than dealing with her being on a vent and feeding tube to stay alive. I miss our long talks before dementia came into our lives. I'm her only child and I feel as if it is my duty to go there everyday but I'm mentally breaking.
I absolutely felt guilty when I missed a day, but a time came that I needed a mental & emotional break and I took days here and there (once it was a full 5 days after a frustrating dementia day). Give yourself that latitude and as it’s been said, alert the nurses and they will let you know if you should come.
I will say go as much as you can, make more memories and cherish every second. I’d give anything to spend one more day with my dad, he passed in September 2017 alone at a wonderful hospice and I’m actually glad I wasn’t there to see him take his last breath. It was excruciating enough watching him decline.
You are doing a wonderful job, as people always say take care of you.
I think you did the right thing going to your daughter's ceremony. Your Mom would want that for both of you. It is so hard to be the only child. I am too, and last year I almost didn't go on a week's vacation after traveling for work, but my Mom could have many more years. I felt guilty because I want a life, but I am her life. Mom was fine while I was away. I did the same this year, and I could have gotten her from the nursing home two days ago, but I needed some down time. Getting a break is a necessity sometimes. I think caregivers literally die from the stress sometimes.
Mom was an alcoholic in my early childhood and always a narcissist. I am an only child. We weren't close for most of my life. Now I feel like I need to be there for her even though we didn't "bond" like most moms and daughters do. I'm all she's got.
When we recently went on vacation for a week, I inwardly felt guilty but knew the time away would be restorative. I also know from my hospital and hospice days that patients usually prefer to die with no one there. Many of my patients have died when the families finally left. I figure death is a personal experience that is best done alone.
You can not prevent her death by being there.
And your last three words, "I'm mentally breaking." shows how much stress you are under. Those three words give you the "reason" to not keep visiting every day. It would be a terrible shame if something happened to you (from the stress) when your children clearly need you.
Please taper down your visits for your own health and sanity and to be a stable parent to your kids. I understand what "waiting for the bomb to drop" is like. Waiting for the inevitable (death) is sheer torture. Take a break and don't beat yourself up for it. Think of skipping visits as a present to your kids.
God bless you all.
I was just thinking today about my last visit with my Mom at the nursing home. It was the annual caregiver/staff meeting where we discussed Mom's care and how things could be done better. My brother and I went up to see Mom afterward and he had to go back to work. I debated within myself, should I stay or get a ride home with him. Turns out that was the last time I would see my Mom conscious. She was rushed to the hospital a week later and never regained consciousness. Whenever I revisit that day in my mind I want to cry. Mom had curlers in her hair that day and she was dressed which was a rarity. I imagine the staff had told her to spruce up cause she would be getting a visit that day. When I left with my brother I could see she was disappointed but for whatever reason I was mentally fatigued that day and just didn't want to stay. I feel so guilty when I think of this. I loved my Mom so much and never wanted to see her sad or disappointed. But life gets in the way sometimes even when you have the best of intentions. I had no idea that would be my last conversation with my blessed Mom. Well the last face to face conversation anyways.
I'm sorry you are feeling guilty but don't. I'm sure your Mom knows how much you love her.
Every family's story is different, but we all will have a final day. I have learned over the years that the point of times like this is connecting with people you don't see often (assuming reasonable people) and sharing memories. I have had my share of annoying and unhelpful inlaws, but I just feel sorry for them to have not shared things well.
We all deserve to have our own lives - whether we are the parents of our young children or the "parents" of our elderly parents.
This may help you too. I had a friend who had her sick father in the hospital. Everyone went to visit him, his wife, children, grandchildren, friends and family. One day my friend stayed home to clean up her house, and the other relatives had just left him to go eat. While everyone was gone, he left. It's as if by their constant vigilance they were keeping his spirit here, once he was alone he felt that he could go in peace.
No sure what you may believe. But the spirit does not die, and even though the physical body is not beside you, her spirit is. Mom left the physical world but I can sometimes sense that she is still near. Good luck with you and your family. Remember that you are just one person, and cannot be in two places at one time. Love to you all.
* Feel, Deal and Heal*
I'm a recovering alcoholic and I give my disease a voice too. When an urge sneaks up, or a resentment, or past guilts, or the dreaded "not feeling good enough", insecurities...etc, I always know this is my disease looking to take me down.
So I go right to "it" and think,
"Not today pal! But thanks for the warning"....Then I know I must dig deeper and find out why I'm feeling this way.
I know folks without the disease of addiction, face these feelings too, but their minds generally don't think poisoning themselves and blowing their lives sky high is the answer. Lucky devil's! Lol.
It's common for loving people to say, just don't feel that way. I didn't know how not to. But learning *how*, made all the difference in the world. For me anyway.
What a blessing to know others feel the same way, for the same reason! It's so helpful for healing. I just love this site! Most people give freely, straight from the heart💓
Again, great advice!
In recovery we say;
*What you resist....Persists*
hospice will help you through the process. you can take your parent home or leave them in the hospital. my parents came home to pass in their own surroundings that I felt would be better for them.
even if you choose to leave your parent in the hospital hospice is there to help. speak to the doctor. the doctor can hook you up with the social worker. the hospice people are the most caring wonderful people. they are there for the patient and for the family going through the pain also.
I wish you all of the strength you need to get through this ordeal.
But then I realized....
that five minutes after I left, my mom didn't even remember that I had been there.
Conversely, and this is HUGE, at any given moment she could not remember whether I had been there five minutes before!
Truth is, she is fine with or without me. She enjoys my company but does not miss me when I am not there.
Some consolation.
Not sure how to break this thought pattern.
The state of dissociation both of us lived with for weeks of dying (god help those with months or year of dying) have stayed with us as an unresolvable trauma. My father is on Hospice, and that isn't real either. Mom had said to me once that she wasn't sure how she felt about us being there for her death. After my experiences, I'm pretty sure I don't want to be there for Dad's death. I feel cruel and heartless, but 15-plus years of vigils have burned me out. You are still able to hold on to a very beautiful and active loving ability to be there to care, for all. If it should happen you lose that motivation, even for a day or so, we've got to support each other and say that guilt can be a beacon for future actions, but it can also be a malicious ghost that will destroy your joy in life for years to come.