The better my mum's health got, the more she rebelled against where she was living. "It's my life and I don't want to live it like this".
She got her wish.
Shortly after Christmas my mum developed a chest infection which did not respond to antibiotics, so they tried different ones. On Tuesday the Nursing Home decided to send her to the local cottage hospital for intravenous antibiotics, as they thought she'd developed "a pneumonia". Within an hour
For the past forty eight years (except for one, when I was working in a residential home for the elderly, of all things!) I have spent Christmas Day with Mum at her house. Latterly I've been doing more and more of the organising until it was all down to me, but still Mum, in her house, and me making everything right for Christmas for her, for us. I only married a couple of years ago, and Husband and I celebrated our Christmas together on a different day.
This year, although it was lovely
I find myself wondering why Mum is in a Nursing Home sometimes. She can chat away quite sensibly at times, and bustles about with her stick as though she were preparing for a marathon...
She also is doubly incontinent at night, unable to plan a simple meal, unable to organise laundry, operate any household machinery except her phone (just about), get dressed in the right order, often doesn't know whether it's day or night or when she last had a meal, let alone her medication, and frequently
When Mum rings me from the Nursing Home to say they won't let her have any money ...
I cheerfully tell her I'll sort it out,
I cheerfully tell my husband she's being silly about money, ho ho
but it breaks my heart to have lost my sensible caring mother and to have to resort to strategies like that to cheer her up. I'm in floods of tears.