It’s really tough isn’t it! At first my mother became a scatterbrained child, progressing to someone who had to be guarded in case she sped off into the distance with no idea where she was or the danger of traffic. She then became alternately sweet and violent, but the end days were endless as her functions shut down. My aunt was in denial, strongly in denial, even though she knew she couldn’t cope, and at the time when her agreement was required for anything that’d help her she rejected all that was suggested or set up. It took a crisis to get her care and she fought it until she no longer realised where she was or what was happening.
I really wouldn’t want my daughters or himindoors, to suffer for years because I, too, was like them.