My life is a roller coaster ride. Six months ago, if anyone were to tell me that Ma would be in a nursing facility undergoing rehabilitation. I would not have believed them. She was living independently with mild Alzheimer’s, functional and in the community.
Ma has transferred from the hospital to the rehabilitation-nursing facility. The doctor in her care informed us that her Alzheimer’s is at a moderate stage. How is that possible? To me, it appears severe. A close friend had to enlighten me by saying, ” Ma is not bedridden, not in diapers or is being spooned fed.” I am not content with that! I feel that she has spiraled towards the severe versus moderate since Hurricane Irma and sustaining a fall at our home.
To top it off, she fell again attempting to get off the bed. Staff found her on the floor in a sitting position, conscious in the early morning hours. They have an alarm hooked up to her bed because she won’t remember to press the ‘Call for the Nurse’ button. She is undergoing physical therapy ( her legs are weak), and occupational therapy. The reality is that Ma cannot come home and is in need of more supervisory care.
I continue to pray for strength. The one thing that I learned from all of this is to live life every day, fulfilled. I try not to take anything for granted and not fester over the small stuff.