cindyx4
04-25-2008, 09:56 PM
I'm glad to see this board. My mother in law was diagnosed 5 years ago with ALZ. Only in the last year has she really declined and she declined quickly. We placed her in a nursing home in October of last year. At that point she was still talking, eating, knew me and a lot of people around her. She could carry on a conversation up until a few weeks before she died. About 6 weeks before her death we were told that she had lost 21 pounds in a month. We knew then that the end was near. I went to the nursing home a lot to try to encourage her to eat. You see, I knew she was going to die. I knew she was miserable being like she was but I felt selfish. I didn't want her to die. I wasn't ready for her to die.
My father in law and myself were the main supports for my MIL. We did everything for her. My FIL was/is not the greatest person in the world. He has no manners, says what he thinks, and not capable of love. I put up with him for my MIL sake. I wanted her to have the best. I loved her so dearly.
A few weeks before she died I told her I loved her and she looked at me and said "if you only knew how much I love you". The end came so quick. One day she was breathing comfortably and the next she was rattling. We all gathered by her side for the enevitable. I remember sitting next to her bed with my head resting on her bed and her hand on my face just sobbing. My husband, brother in law, sister in law and father in law all had left to run errands. The hospice nurse was there but that was all. It was a very calm death. Her breathing just gradually started slwoing down and we all gathered by her bed and held on to her. I placed my hand over her heart. I wanted to be sure I could be with her, I could feel when her heart stopped beating. To this day I don't know why I did that.
I hate this disease. I hate that others have to go through the pain and turmoil that my family and my MIL went through. It's not fair that she was taken from us. I cry so often over this. I just can't get through my head that she is gone. Everyone else around me says "she's in a better place"; "she didn't want to live like this". I know that in my head but in my heart it is breaking. I just don't know how to get over her death. I don't know how to look at her flower bed and not sobb, or go through her things and not let it kill me.
Thank you ahead of time if you've read this. I think it is therapeutic for me to write my feelings down. I've sobbed through this whole post. I know you guys know how I'm feeling.
Blessings,
Cindy
My father in law and myself were the main supports for my MIL. We did everything for her. My FIL was/is not the greatest person in the world. He has no manners, says what he thinks, and not capable of love. I put up with him for my MIL sake. I wanted her to have the best. I loved her so dearly.
A few weeks before she died I told her I loved her and she looked at me and said "if you only knew how much I love you". The end came so quick. One day she was breathing comfortably and the next she was rattling. We all gathered by her side for the enevitable. I remember sitting next to her bed with my head resting on her bed and her hand on my face just sobbing. My husband, brother in law, sister in law and father in law all had left to run errands. The hospice nurse was there but that was all. It was a very calm death. Her breathing just gradually started slwoing down and we all gathered by her bed and held on to her. I placed my hand over her heart. I wanted to be sure I could be with her, I could feel when her heart stopped beating. To this day I don't know why I did that.
I hate this disease. I hate that others have to go through the pain and turmoil that my family and my MIL went through. It's not fair that she was taken from us. I cry so often over this. I just can't get through my head that she is gone. Everyone else around me says "she's in a better place"; "she didn't want to live like this". I know that in my head but in my heart it is breaking. I just don't know how to get over her death. I don't know how to look at her flower bed and not sobb, or go through her things and not let it kill me.
Thank you ahead of time if you've read this. I think it is therapeutic for me to write my feelings down. I've sobbed through this whole post. I know you guys know how I'm feeling.
Blessings,
Cindy

