Sometimes life gets hard and complicated. My mother has been failing in small but important ways the last year. She is having troubles cooking for herself, having the energy to clean, keeping appointments straight, and is having vision problems. This has led to her mental health declining rapidly. She was not doing well living with her daughters, so it was decided that she needed a higher level of care. We started looking at assisted living facilities and Mom's mental health declined even quicker and with force. It has been a hard ugly winter. She did not want to move to assisted living.
After countless emails, phone calls, and assisted living facilities visits, we found a place that seemed like it would work. This led to more phone calls, emails, and a lot of tears from a lot of people, but eventually a room was secured and a move in date was planned. We spent an afternoon moving her most necessary possessions into her new room and arranging it in a welcoming manner. We then helped Mom move in. It was rough. There were a lot of emotions. I think that's all I'm at liberty to say.
Once mom moved in, and realized that yes, she was free to come and go as she pleased, she felt better. She has taken walks with her neighbors, went on outings, participated in group meals, and even watched the BINGO games. She is settling in and starting to enjoy having her own space and the ability to make social connections with her neighbors. I don't know what the future holds, but right now, things are stable. Stable feels really, really nice.
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