I have a friend who believes that when a really big important decision needs to be made, it will become obvious what to do when the time is right. When you can't decide what to do, the time just isn't right yet.
It is obviously time to get Mom out of that nursing home.
It's no one problem, but it's like a boil that has finally gotten enough stuff in it that it is going to break. Between the deathtrap wheelchair, the lousy food, the current mishandling of something that might or might not be a UTI, poor blood sugar management, yadda yadda yadda. She needs to be somewhere else. Somewhere where the other residents challenge her mentally. Somewhere she can practice taking care of herself a bit more, but has a net to catch her. Somewhere she can have her own space, her own things, her cat back.
So I'll be taking a tour of assisted living facilities this week after work. I'll share my thoughts soon.
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