Yesterday was the day of my brave mum’s funeral. She had PSP for about 7 years. She was only formally diagnosed 2 years ago, but researching the backward falls and inability to look downwards brought me to this site 3 years before that. I would read, with dread, about the path of this cruel disease and wonder where all you dear people found the strength to deal with it. We discovered, of course, that it’s done day by day, challenge by challenge. The gentle wisdom found on this forum was enormously supportive too.
I freely admit that there were dark times when I resented the demands of personal care, only to feel chastened when I thought of how much she bore without complaint, and how comparatively little she asked of us. She would talk of possible cures, her friends around the world who were keeping an eye out for research updates. Even at the end, robbed of her sight, voice and mobility, unable to so much as raise her head, she listened to romantic audiobooks all day, as if in defiance of her condition. I hope I am able to face life’s challenges as bravely.
We were blessed with an angel of a Parkinson’s nurse, who will forever hold a place in our family’s heart. She referred us to a hospice, who, in turn, applied for fast-track CHC funding on our behalf. It was agreed in less than a week and 2 carers were arranged twice a day. Sadly, Mum died just 3 days later, but I’m grateful I was able to be just her daughter again, even for that short time.