It’s taken me all day to put together my earlier post, and some of you may think I’m a bullying daughter and it’s no wonder my family have distanced themselves from me.
I have compassion by the truck load, I love deeply, fiercely, passionately, and I care.
Yesterday, it was obvious that the soft approach was getting nowhere, and to some extent, everyone had given up on Mum and were just leaving her alone apart from the basics.
I am not proud of myself for bullying her yesterday, but I felt it had to be done.
Our paramedic friend has said he’s seen it so many times when people take to their beds during illness and then after recovery can’t be bothered to get up until eventually they are bedridden and can’t get up at all, so end up hospitalised covered in bed sores and infection.
I don’t want that scenario for my Mum.
I accept she’s been ill (bronchitis).
I appreciate she’s old (currently 92).
I realise she has dementia.
I know she’s cantankerous.
She’s always been stubborn, but usually responds to a well placed verbal kick.
I’ve always told her like it is.
I won’t stand for her silliness as far as her health is concerned.
I refuse to pander to her when she’s feeling sorry for herself.
I won’t give up.
Nobody lives forever.
I don’t know how much longer I’ll have my Mum in this life, but you bet your ass I want as many years as I can get.
I’ll continue to be the black sheep of the family, they can all be the goodie two shoes good guys, but if being a bitch gets results, so be it.
pensitivity101 
It is obvious you care deeply for you Mum 🙂 She is very old, but that doesn’t mean she has to give up. Keeping her pain-free and as active as possible for as long as possible is all anyone can do.
Thanks for this.
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