Yes, it can be very hard on the family.
I know from when my father, took sick his last year, and died.
It was a blur then and still a blur now.
I remember short sleeps, I remember lying on the bed, at his home and
staring out at the sky
(too exhausted to sleep).
I remember long walks in the night (when not at the hospital).
I must have bathed and changed clothes and grocery shopped, cooked and ate,
but I can't remember any of that.
One foot in front of the other; that's all we can do while it's happening.
Sort the rest out later.

I just wanted to be with him and for the clock to turn back, so I could have
more time with him.
And knowing the doctor said, they'd done all they can do.

Sending hugs for you and your mother,
J