Leaarning to live with terminal illness

Never did I imagine that I would be the caretaker for my mother. I just thought that she would just "pass away". She fell, broke her toes, then had a terrible stroke, and a mass was found in her colon. I brought her home from Penn Nursing Center so that she could spend her "twilight time" where she had been living for 50 years. I never thought I would have to change her diaper, never give her a bath, never have to take her to the bathroom and clean her up afterward. But I've learned to do all of the above because I love her. I know that she will pass away but I won't have many regrets. I'm glad that I can do for her and that she is looked after by people who love her and want her to be comfortable. I cry a whole lot but I assume that is normal ( I really don't know normal!) She is my "bestest" friend in the whole world and we have shared many a good time with a few no so bad things thrown in. Life is funny becasue I never thought I could be a caretake because I have no patience but boy have I learned that I do!