My mum went into a care home this morning. I was dreading all the questions as to where she was going and why she couldn't go home. I expected tears, anger in fact all manner of scenarios have been flashing in and out of my mind these past few days. I lost count of the number of lies i told to get her to the place this morning. When we got there she accepted that she was staying 'for a while'. We arrived so that she was there for dinner, the smell of sausage casserole making me hungry.
Whilst it was a sad day, it just goes to show that sometimes things do go your way. The next hurdle is the phone call I've got to make in the morning to see how she was and whether I should visit or not.
I hate to think of her in that place (don't get me wrong the home is nice and the staff couldn't be better). The family all agreed that it was the best thing for all concerned and I know she will be safe and cared for.
On this sad day there is a lot to look forward to in the future.
Whilst it was a sad day, it just goes to show that sometimes things do go your way. The next hurdle is the phone call I've got to make in the morning to see how she was and whether I should visit or not.
I hate to think of her in that place (don't get me wrong the home is nice and the staff couldn't be better). The family all agreed that it was the best thing for all concerned and I know she will be safe and cared for.
On this sad day there is a lot to look forward to in the future.