mom will be going home, back to her house on the hill. I just know it. It may not be next month, it may not be the month after, but she’s had three good days in a row now. She’s looking much better and this morning, she actually told me “I’m starting to feel human again.”
Yesterday, she brought up going home and we told her that we didn’t think she’d be well enough by the end of the month and that we felt it would be better to move her into an assisted living situation. Still pay the rent on her mobile home, so she knows we think she will go back to that eventually. But right now, she’s not strong enough, either mentally or physically to handle being there on her own.
We’ve been getting calls from local assisted living places and next week, Brian and I will go check them out and choose the ones we feel might be best for her, then let her make the choice. I talked with her about that this morning and she’s okay with it.
She told me “not everybody gets a second chance; I’m lucky. I’m not going to blow it this time.”
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