Thursday, January 17, 2013
The Time Has Come
to move my mom to assisted living. I've begun the process of looking into what is available, what she qualifies for and how the whole thing works. And... I've broken the news to her, in bits and pieces. So far she's rolling with it.
There are not a lot of options for her considering her financial status but thankfully the ones I have checked into are very decent. I toured one that I think is going to be our best fit and have plans to take Mom to see it next week.
In Mom's own words she knows she's "slowed down a bit" and has wondered if she should be living somewhere else. She doesn't want to bother with meal preparations anymore and prefers to just reheat things in the microwave. Cleaning the house and even small chores become laborious when she's unsteady on her feet. I worry about her balance and her short term memory-- will she fall again? Will she remember to take her pills?
Her little apartment at my brothers is adorable and had sure been a god-send. Moving will be an adjustment. I am hopeful that the stimulation from many 'neighbors' and planned activities that the facility offers will help Mom enjoy the time she has left. I remember when my grandma, my mom's mom, was moved from her little apartment to the nursing home and how tough that was on both grandma and my mom and her sisters. On all of us really. I am hoping that the move to an assisted living facility will be better received. Shoot, if I could find a place that would cook all my meals, do my laundry and clean my room, drive me to the doctor and the store, and offer me daily activities, and still allow me the freedom to come and go as I pleased, I'd be all over it!