My mother was totally on her own and someone had to keep an eye on her.

After she recovered from that one, one complaint after the other popped up over a period of ten years.

This ended with me running around with buckets of puke and pee and poo, getting no sleep and carrying her to bed

Finally, it ended in me holding her hand whilst she screamed in pain like a 3-year-old girl.

I was there to the very end.

Stuff like this happens all over the place.

You would have to be a very poor human being to walk away from stuff such as this.