The caregiving adventure starts…
The doctor is sending Mom home from the hospital today because she’s stable. I think that might be Medicaid speak for “there’s nothing left to be done.”
I was given less than 24 hours’ notice, so last night I scrambled to order a hospital bed and whatever supplies I could think of to go with it. Where would I put it in our small apartment? Out to the dumpster went my sofa. That’s OK. It was an old sofa, ugly and stained. I’m glad to be rid of it.
Brother Jim came over and we purged and moved furniture and planned Thanksgiving dinner and our schedules for today…
Everyone — doctors, nurse, social workers — thinks Mom should go to rehab, but I promised never again. Am I making a mistake? I’m going to get help. The last time rehab was a disaster. She did so much better at home…
Then the relatives started checking in and wondering about funeral arrangements. She’s not dying! I’m not going there yet; please let me do my work!
I just need to believe in myself. I’m capable of doing whatever it takes. If it doesn’t work, then we’ll reevaluate. This is my pep talk to myself; is it helpful? I think so. I’m stronger than I (or even others) know. I can do this.
I’d like to chronicle this journey here so that I can learn from other caregivers and from myself. I hope you’ll join me. It may not be pretty, but it will be honest. I may be too busy to write every day, but I’ll try to add as much as I can along the way.
I’m off to the hospital now (7:00 am) — wish me luck!
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