I looked after my mother for 25 years and in the last 9+, she had dementia. I say 9+, as I am not sure when it started. Looking back and having done courses on dementia in the meantime, I remember so many little things she did that today I would recognize as possible early signs of dementia. When her dementia got worse, she took to her bed and rarely left it. She gradually became immobile and, as I myself am disabled, we had to have carers in to toilet her. I had promised her that I would never put her in a home and I kept my promise. But, there were days when I could barely cope emotionally. Days when she would ask me to bring my son in to see her. My son, who had died three days before his 21st birthday of brain cancer, my son who had died in my arms many years ago! There were days when she did not recognize me. I do understand how hard it is to go through all this. But I believed I had to be strong enough to put her first, as it was her life that was coming to a close and she was my mother. I have no regrets! So, while I can understand that most people do as much as they believe they can cope with, I also think that sometimes we need to try to be that little bit stronger than we think we are and put the other person first.