Saturday, August 18, 2007
At home 'til the cows came home
I give. I just can't do this home care thing anymore. Two episodes that helped me realize it was time to move Mom to a nursing home:
1) She had a TIA that took out her ability to stand and walk.
2) Those darling cows above--Elsie the Cow and Ferdinand the Bull--took up residence in the corner of her bathroom.
Hallucinations and too weak to walk is too much for me.
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I'm so sorry you have to come to this decision about your mom. I know how hard it is. My father was in the same boat when he finally fell and broke his leg and ended up in a nursing home. But he was already having hallucinations - he'd think my aunt was standing out in our driveway for some reason. Once in the nursing home, he saw tigers in his room.
Femail--thanks for stopping by my blog.
I have read around yours--an interesting mix of personal and professional.
And the stories of your caring for your mother, walking through decision making FOR her are most wrenching. A tough place in life to be.
This most recent post--of her seeing "the cows" is very curious, humorous, and of course sad.
My mother called a 'board meeting' recently and they voted to fire the caretaker. Yesterday she was prepared to start a clinic for the psychically challenged (sign me up!). Tigers sound scary--did your dad find his hallucinations frightening MG?
KGM, it is tough and wrenching, thanks for commenting. Gotta' hang on to the humor though.
Your mom's delusions are rather original and creative!
My father was not at all disturbed by the tiger in his room, he was just observing that it was there in a kind of bemused way.
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