Took care of my father for over a year when he became a paraplegic, and the hospital left him on his back for so long that he developed an unstageable decubitis ulcer (bedsore). He weighed 250 when this happened, and the ambulance crew dropped him trying to get him out of a chair. I eventually just pushed them aside while they tried to figure out how to get him off the floor, and picked him up myself. That wrenched me so badly that I lost the use of my left (non-dominant) hand. After surgery and physical therapy, his attending doctor suggested putting him in a nursing home to continue treatment. It got horrible- his bedsore grew to the point that it ate away the tip of his coccyx and as large and deep as 1/2 a basketball. We finally got him out and home under home health care (nurses, PT, etc.) for about 6 hours a week, along with monthly trips to a different hospital for debridment surgery and got him a wound vac. He was doing better and healing, but ended up having a heart attack and passing away. Due to the 24 hour stress of his care, I didn't notice my mom was having memory/cognitive problems. Shortly after burying my dad, my mom was diagnosed with Alzheimers dementia. Now I'm taking care of her while she gradually forgets everything. Yesterday, she looked me in the eye and asked me "Where is caarnold2?" My brother and I promised her years ago that we would never put her in a home, and since my brother is disabled with pancreatitis and Parkinson's, everything is on me. Eventually, I'll have to help his wife take care of him (she has severe health issues as well), and I'll be alone.