I agree with one of the other posters here. You must take care of yourself. I am speaking from experience. My mother had a rare disease called Guillane Barre syndrom. We fought her battle for two years. Myself, brothers and sisters (some more than others) took care of mom at home 24 hours around the clock, after she was released from the nursing home. I Live only a block from my mothers house. So Iwas there more than the rest. Espesically for midnight bathroom emergencies. (This disease paralyzed her, so she could not do anything for herself). I would spend allday
at her house after getting the kids and hubby off to school and work, Iwould clean her house,make sure everything was sanitized, cook her daily meals, do her shopping, get her out of bed into her wheel chair, feed her, clothe her, bathe her, take her to the bathroom, medicate her, change her dressings on her bed sore, take her to the doctors visits, help her through her physical therapy, assist the home health nurse when needed. do her laundry. And then turn around at 2:30 go get my kids from school, and go home and do it all over again for my family. From time to time I would get calls around 2 am. because she would need to use the bathroom, so I would have to get out of bed, go in my pj's, get in the car and go to her house, to take her to the bathroom.
At the time, I did not realize what I was doing to myself, I should have made my brothers and sisters take on more of the responsibilities,(they have no children, I have 3). We lost my mother on May 17,2003 (my birthday), her heart just couldn't take anymore, she died of a massive heart attack. I would do everything I did for her all over again.
I do not regret one moment of time that I spent helping her.
But, It has really played havoc on my health. I started having anxiety attacks (I was breaking out in hives, my lips and eyes would swell shut), My doctor put me on anxiety medication, finally got that under control, then my blood pressure shot up so high they were afraid I was ready for a stroke or heart attack, put me on some medication for that, after begging and pleading with them not to put me in the hospital.. Then my weight shot up. I am getting everything back under control. It has taken exactly one year. But things are looking better. So please take care of yourself, with out your health what good will you be to the ones who need you......