Today we made progress! As in having some help from the hospice at home, mum and I went out (no where exciting I might add, a hospital appt,) my dad "actually" allowed the nurse to help him wee! Fabulous! We came home, dad was very happy and actually smiling! Great I thought, massive step, woo hoo!
Then since we've been home my mum had gone into overdrive, cooking, cleaning up, feeding, weeing, undressing and not wanting the usual help from me?!
Is it a guilt thing?
Mum has been told "firmly" today by a surgeon (no less) she MUST take at least 3 sessions a week to look after herself and her back ie go out, do Pilates, have a coffee blah blah! I thought it went in, at the hospital......oh god i think I was wrong....I told mum she has to take note else we are even further in the s**t than we are now....
How can I make that properly sink in cos it clearly hasn't 😓