After a meeting with the staff at the nursing facility where my mother resides, we all came to the agreement that it was time to call Hospice. The signs are there and the extra help provided would be the best thing for her and for us.
As I walked out into the blaring sun's rays I slipped on a pair of turquoise blue sunglasses. Unheeded tears could fall. I am not ashamed of the tears or even surprised by their intensity, but I wanted to hide behind something.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
I hesitate to post. But as I was driving home this early afternoon, my heart was heavy. Mother has been falling, out of bed, out of her chair and finally with this last fall she broke a wrist. It has been a week of maximum concern for her. I crave answers. All we seem to have is just a few medical professionals doing what I assume is best for her.