Mom Needs Long Term Care

After mom’s last stroke, she gave up on trying to rebuild her life. She refused to do any of the physical therapy exercises the doctor ordered her to do. She wouldn’t even go out for a short walk up and down our street. I kept telling mom if she didn’t keep trying to walk and keep moving one day she wouldn’t be able to move at all. I told her if she got where she couldn’t get in and out of bed or the shower, I was not equipped to lift her and our home wasn’t wheelchair friendly. However, my words just fell on deaf ears.

When I took mom for her doctor’s appointments I had to take her wheelchair because she decided she couldn’t walk from the car into the doctor’s office. It wasn’t that I minded helping mom, if in fact I felt she really needed to be helped, but I knew mom could do more than she was willing to try to do. I was very disappointed, and even angry, that she was so willing to stop trying to help herself. Mom was becoming more and more dependent on me and was perfectly happy to have me do everything for her and it didn’t seem to matter to her how difficult taking care of her might be on me. It finally got to the point where I couldn’t leave mom alone because she thought she couldn’t get around our home without someone there to help her walk.

Because of mom’s lack of mobility, she began having a lot of digestive problems coupled with Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS). One of her episodes landed her back in the hospital for over a week. When the doctors got her stabilized enough to be released from the hospital, I spoke to them about how I wasn’t able to care for her at home any longer do to her lack of movement. They suggested she be moved into a 24/7 long-term Care Center. I talked to mom about the long-term care decision, and to my surprise, she agreed. The doctor’s gave me several centers to visit and helped make the arrangements for her to be admitted under her medical plan for long-term care.

I visited each Care Center and decided on the one I felt would best suit her needs. I packed mom’s things (again) and moved what she would need to the Care Center and had her room there all fixed up with her pictures hung (again) and her personal things set out (again) so it wouldn’t seem so hospital like when she arrived. Upon release from the hospital, mom moved into the Care Center where she lives today.  All residents at the Care Center are provided a wheelchair for them to use if they need it. When mom was given hers, she sat down in it and she has never walked again to this very day.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. gotham girl
    Apr 12, 2012 @ 23:48:31

    YOU are a saint.


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