Huntingtons in My Family
Written by Jenny Taylor (17yrs)
Dedicated to my Father and my Mum
Things started to change when I was 7 or 8. Mum became
agitated and depressed all the time then. When I was little older and Mum starting to show
a little more, my father pulled me aside one day and said that he had some bad news. He
broke it to me as nicely as he could and tried to explain what it was. But I sort of knew
what it was because I had seen my uncle go though the changes.
So now I had to start helping out a bit more around the house. Mum
started to drop more things and I could see this upset her. She was put on more medicine to
help stop the jerky movements.
Dad had to work at nights so I was there to look after Mum. I was
always scared that Mum might have a fall and it would be all my fault. I was confused, why
did this have to happen to my family why not someone else's? But I would never wish this
disease on any one. At that age I thought it was just our family. Now I know I am not
alone. Thanks to my dad putting the effort in, I knew what was happening
and that I was not alone.
One of the worst and most hurtful memories I have is when we took
Mum shopping with us and people would stare, children would stop to get a good look and
the parents never seemed to stop them.
It got to the stage with Mum where she could not feed, dress or wash
herself and my father did all of this for her. I would help out when I could but Dad
really took good care of her.
I would have to say that my father is the greatest father and
husband Mum and I could have asked for. Dad not only looked after his terminally ill wife
but brought up a teenage girl without a wife to help him. He has done for me everything
that a mother would have.
Then things started to get hard. Mum would have delusions and try to
run away. One day when dad was outside fixing the fence, Mum tried to run away. I had to
lock all the doors and hold her down. She started to yell at me, called me names which I had
never heard my mother say before. Later that night Mum tried to run out on the road and Dad
had to call a doctor to get her to settle down. Soon after that doctors had her put
into a home were she could have constant care. Dad goes to see my mother every day.
When my father married my mother and made the vows til death do us part, he meant it.
Dad has always been there for my brother and sister and me. When my
brother and sister went for their tests Dad stood by them through it all. The day we found
out that one tested positive and the other tested negative it was hard. I was happy for
one and upset for the other . But once again Dad was there for everyone. I know when I go
for my test it will be alright as my family will be there for me and Dad has made sure
that I will be prepared. He has always told me to keep my hopes up.
When I go see Mum she is now at the stage where I'm not sure if she
knows I am there. It is hard to try and stop myself from letting the tears run. But I
don't. I know before Mum got the disease she would not have cried so why should I. I don't
really remember my Mum before the disease, just small things like Mum laughing and chasing
me around the clothes line and hopping into bed with her in the mornings. We will all miss
Mum when she goes, as she is loved by us all.
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