I remember when my kids were little, they alway got a lollypop when they were done with a doctor's appointment- a little treat to reward them for going through a not-so-fun check up. For me, my Lollypop quilt will have to do.
After days of visiting nursing homes (and calling many more), we made our decision. It fit all our needs for my dad - close to home, affordable, quality care, and they have an opening. So I spent the rest of last week making the arrangements: calling his doctor, arranging for an assessment appointment, arranging movers. Move in day is this Friday. Sigh of relief....
This morning I went by my parents' to have them sign a form allowing me to get information on their behalf from their insurance company. My dad told me how he's managing to bathe himself a bit more (wishful thinking, I'm afraid). My mother walked out with me when I left and burst into tears. She's having second thoughts. She doesn't know that she is ready to move him to the nursing home, expecially since he's obviously trying to fight it. I told her that it is ultimately her decision, and we can back out. What else can I do? Not much. So sad to see them in this state. He's struggling to remain home. She's struggling with the decision to keep him at home. Not sure where this is going now.
This was the view from my kitchen window Friday. I guess the hawk was looking for lunch - maybe a chipmunk?
The Bed is Lifted!
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