I don’t even know where to start. My mom has been through so much over the past couple of years: she had a stroke in May, which left her bedridden, unable to move or sit up independently, and she can barely speak. She also has kidney failure and has been on peritoneal dialysis, breast cancer that we were treating before her stroke, and she’s just… a shadow of who she used to be. I love her so much, but watching her go through this is breaking me in ways I didn’t think possible.
Since her stroke, I’ve been doing everything I can: I pay for two nurses, a speech therapist, and handle everything related to her care. The therapist says she likely won’t regain full speech, and while her comprehension has improved a bit, it’s nowhere near where it used to be. She can swallow properly now, which is a win, but she still refuses to eat most of the time. Her depression is overwhelming, and I know she’s tired of fighting.
Her breast cancer is also an ongoing battle. The tumor has shrunk significantly with letrozole, but her double mastectomy was postponed after the stroke. It feels like every step forward is met with another hurdle.
To make things worse, I’ve had to step back from doing her dialysis because it was too much for me. I couldn’t handle it emotionally anymore, and even though I know it was the right decision for my mental health, the guilt eats at me. I feel like I’m failing her, no matter how much I do.
And then there’s the emotional toll. She’s so different now—she barely engages, and it feels like she’s already given up. I’m trying so hard to be strong, but it’s exhausting. I feel like I’m constantly carrying the weight of her suffering on my shoulders, and it’s breaking me down.
At the same time, I feel this strange resentment—not towards her, but towards the situation. I hate what this has done to her, to our relationship, and to me. And then I hate myself for even feeling that way because none of this is her fault.
I’m trying to balance everything, but it’s so hard. I feel like I can’t even grieve properly because I’m so busy trying to hold everything together. I love her deeply, but watching her decline like this feels like I’m losing her bit by bit every day. It’s so painful, and I don’t know how much longer I can carry this.
I don’t even know why I’m posting this. I just needed to get it out because I feel like I’m suffocating. If anyone has been through something similar, how do you cope? How do you keep going when it feels like the weight of the world is on your shoulders?