I think I was strong for about 8 years, while my mom was sick.
I was told that she wouldn’t live past the weekend on several occasion. I got calls in the middle of the night to rush 1.5 hours away because she would live through the night. I had to learn to change the “trac” (sp?) that she had put in her throat.
I spent hundreds of Sundays sitting in a hospital room watching her slowly die.
I’ve had family members call me a bad son and everything else and they will NEVER know the stress I went through for 8 years. They have no idea of the stuff I went through, dealt with or did for my mom.
She knew and my wife knows and that is all that matters.
A lot of people get a call that their mom has died, or their mom gets sick and dies a few months later but I went through 8 years of torture watching her be tortured by COPD, Diabetes, live failure, constant pain and everything else she faced.
Love, Peace and Sharkyness