Does one year seem long? Is one year very short? Is there a time to put to any of this emotion?
I have become my mothers carer. Sounds simple enough. I was looking after her before she was diagnosed with lung cancer, one year ater that diagnostic nightmare and a biopsy from hell with a bleed just to add to my mums problems, I find myself feeling rather selfish...yes selfish.. My life has stopped....My Mum is 85yrs and I, 57. All my aspirations and dreams for my life after the children go from the nest have changed. I hate myself for thinking the way I do, I love my mother dearly I would do anything to help her get well but I find I am going down a helter skelter and am loosing my identity......please.....does someone out there know what I mean? I am sorry to bother anyone I know everyone is hurting and I know more than anything I should be counting my blessings of having my mother around for the 57 years of my life....I know...but....I know......
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