Today’s post has nothing to do with the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation Government Outreach Day(s) and I’ll try to keep it to a minimum of cursing.
Mom has been in a skilled nursing facility (SNF) for about 7 weeks now and they have informed us that she is ready to come home. Friday is when they are kicking her out the door!! And, who knows? There may be cupcakes and sprinkles.
Except for a very few individuals and situations (which were all taken seriously and resolved by the facility), mom’s stay there has produced incredible results. Between the therapists and mom, she looks better than I have seen her in probably a year and more lucid as well. She’s worked very hard to regain her strength and I am very proud of her for her accomplishments.
She was in ICU for a few days in late February for pneumonia, but recovered and returned to the SNF. I was honestly suprised at how happy the staff was to see her back. I thanked one them for that and, with a sad smile, she said “We’re happy she came back because so many don’t”.
With all my focus having been on my mom, that made me take a closer look at the people in there. It is a mixture of hope, joy, grief and acceptance I think. Some know when they get there what the future holds. Others, like my mother, aren’t so sure. Either way, you get to know a few of them a little and you always take a minute to say hi and ask how they are and you are greeted with a smile in return.
One of my sister’s is coming to stay next week and I will, of course, be there overnight. We’ll have someone also come during the day to be with her while I am at work. And there will be therapists, nurses, etc at various points during the week, so I’m not really too worried about the daytime hours after my sister returns home.
It’s the night’s when it is just her and I that worry me. Will I be able to care for her properly? Do I know everything I need to know? Had all the training I need?
Will she wait in the evenings and let me prepare dinner, or at least help, instead of doing it alone? I can barely keep my medications straight anymore, will I be able to make sure her pill box is properly filled and ready to go?
All the details of doctor’s appointments and making sure she has someone to go with her as I won’t be able to take that much time from work (I work about 45 minutes from home now).
I’m usually out the door by 7am, if she’s still asleep should I wake her? If I leave for work, can she handle her own breakfasts?
What if she should happen to fall when no one is there with her, will she be able to push the button on her pendant?
If I am there, will my numbers always be so that I can help her and not need her to help me?
So many unknowns. It’s a lot like diabetes in that regard it seems, so I guess I tackle it in the same manner. Learn from every single experience. Do it because it not only needs to be done, but because I want to.
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