My Mam was diagnosed with this vile disease June last year. We got the terrible news in March it's terminal, Mam has been back and forth to hostpital she's been home 12 days now. Bed bound, in pain, she weighs 6 stone but has a peg feed in to hopefully gain weight to receive more treatment. I'm the main carer and quit my job to do this I live close by but am running two houses my own and my mans as my 12 yr old nephew lives with Mam. I'v been suffering with anxiety/panick attacks. The doctors have gave me antidepressants but I darent take them. Today I have had suicudal tthoughts which I'v told my husband about. I feel like I can't cope I don't sleep aim physically mentally and emotionally drained. Mam won't have carers in she's only 54 and still wants to be independent. I feel selfish even thinking about myself with everything she's going through but I just can't see no light at all. I'm like a robot. Family visit when they feel like it and I can't ask for help as they say call me which I have and there's always an excuse. Has anyone else been through a similar thing and did you come through it. Thanks xx