Hi all,
I was my moms caregiver on and off since I was 14 yrs old. She had repeated bouts of cancer, then later a hysterectomy, rheumatoid arthritis and heart failure. She passed away April 28th. We were very close.
I keep having flashbacks of her last two weeks, she was in the hospital and they put her through so much on a daily basis, she was suffering so much, struggling to eat, she had needs twice a day plus tests, she couldn't walk and was in agony, they gave her nothing for the pain because of her heart. I was there everyday all day, it was unbearable to watch. I'm in my 40's my mom wasn't that old. Mom also was sharp as a tack but her brain went in the hospital and she was saying crazy things sometimes which was a shock. She called me at 130 in the morning her last day telling me she wasn't at the hospital, was in a dark place and they'd put her somewhere. That was the last time we spoke. The phone call killed me.
I keep having these flashbacks of her bruised arms, the needles, the way she looked, her pain, the last phone call etc etc. I can't sleep. I had to sleep with the light on for the first month or so and have been taking sleeping pills. Sometimes I have flashbacks when I'm out and about as well and I well up and get anxiety. Do these pass??? Counselling helps with the grief but not these flashbacks.
Other than the flashbacks I'm actually doing quite well. I'm very healthy and taking care of myself.
I had to replay the experience until I was not freaked out by what happened.
Different situations but trauma is trauma and our brains react the same way.
I found a therapist couldn't get it and I was more aggrieved by the let it go attitude, yeah, I wish but it has me by my throat.
I hope you find a way to get through it, whether you find a counselor or have friends that you can relive it with. Time does make a world of difference.
Hugs! Losing your mom and watching her suffer must have been heartbreaking.
The first was when she was in hospital her last week. She never regained consciousness but one afternoon all my sibs had left and it was just her and I. She suddenly started to moan. She had barely made a sound those last few days. I leaned over her and her eyes were kind of open and she was crying and crying. She almost sounded like an infant when they cry. I felt like maybe she recognized me at that moment and knew that this would be our last moment together. My eyes well up just typing this.
I cannot think of that moment ever without getting emotional.
All I can say is eventually these memories or flashbacks if you will, will recede to the back of your mind and will only come out if you deliberately seek them.
I know I haven't brought this one out deliberately for a while. It's just too painful.
Be patient. It does get better.
My dad suffered through cancer & it was the worst thing I’ve ever dealt with. I can still see him when he was suffering but I can also now remember when he was happy & the joy he had while my kids were growing up. Take out the photos you have from when she was happy & healthy.
I knew a woman who was a Polish refugee during WW II. She gave birth to a stillborn child while on a march to a Nazi prison camp. At the end of the war, she and other refugees were fleeing Russian communist soldiers. This woman was in her 80’s when I met her. She said she lived with these memories every day.
We don’t want to live with our sorrow every day, like she did. There are people who have suffered yet have managed to turn their inner life around with positive thoughts and actions. (Viktor Frankl, for example.) We must strive to be like them.
You can do it. Be gentle and patient with yourself. Love yourself, and know you are loved by those on earth and in heaven.
I'd suggest working with a therapist. The flashbacks and tears can be triggered by almost anything, or by nothing at all. Caregiving is a long term stress experience. On another forum, I read a comment by a veteran who said the stress is on the same level as that of combat.
I'm glad you're doing well otherwise. Now that the decades of caregiving are over, you can live your life. Your mother would want that for you.