I_Am_Hopeful
New member
- Joined
- Apr 14, 2021
- Messages
- 1
- Reason
- Loved one DX
- Diagnosis
- 10/2019
- Country
- US
- State
- GA
- City
- Waycross
Hello everyone, my name is Darius.
On Oct of 2019 my Mother had been diagnosed with ALS after many months of thinking it was carpal tunnel among a few others.
I had plans of moving out (finally) before all this started...and my Mom told me to go and live my life. I couldn't not knowing all that would happen within the coming months.
That's when COVID hit and we were licked down in our house for months. I didn't want to let my Mom catch this unknown disease...but what was really shocking and scary wasn't COVID...it was watching my Mom slowly lose her ability to walk by herself, cut up her food, even properly take a shower without assistance. Sometimes I try to be patient but knowing what she is going through hurts me and when I try to help do it my way she gets frustrated and so do I.
It feels like a constant strain on myself mind, body, and soul. Somedays I wish I had run away when I had the chance...but my little sister was in 11th grade and I couldn't leave her with all this to deal with.
I could go on and on but I'm sure I'd be telling my life story. I am trying to seek professional help and try to keep myself sane...
Has it been this hard for anyone else to put their future plans on hold? I love my Mother to the moon and back, but I wish this never happened and as the oldest of the family It's my duty to be there for her like she has always been for me.
On Oct of 2019 my Mother had been diagnosed with ALS after many months of thinking it was carpal tunnel among a few others.
I had plans of moving out (finally) before all this started...and my Mom told me to go and live my life. I couldn't not knowing all that would happen within the coming months.
That's when COVID hit and we were licked down in our house for months. I didn't want to let my Mom catch this unknown disease...but what was really shocking and scary wasn't COVID...it was watching my Mom slowly lose her ability to walk by herself, cut up her food, even properly take a shower without assistance. Sometimes I try to be patient but knowing what she is going through hurts me and when I try to help do it my way she gets frustrated and so do I.
It feels like a constant strain on myself mind, body, and soul. Somedays I wish I had run away when I had the chance...but my little sister was in 11th grade and I couldn't leave her with all this to deal with.
I could go on and on but I'm sure I'd be telling my life story. I am trying to seek professional help and try to keep myself sane...
Has it been this hard for anyone else to put their future plans on hold? I love my Mother to the moon and back, but I wish this never happened and as the oldest of the family It's my duty to be there for her like she has always been for me.