Hello,
Mums been in CH since April last year. We were both very happy with the choice and care - Mum even told me that thankfully. We had an eventful Christmas however and not in a good way. My invisible sister turned up on Boxing day and took my mother home to her house. I had already agreed with the staff to visit and leave her in the CH as talking about Christmas was making her anxious.
Anyway, last visit from sister was in April so I never imagined she would do this. Mum was in bed for 4 days after boxing day, constantly falling and very confused. The last bad fall led to a trip to A&E and a cracked rib. She also had a chest infection and urine infection. Its never really got better from that point. She now hates the care home, hates me, thinks I stole her house and all her things. She thinks she is living in a pub.
Since last week her conversation is no longer in the "now". She is rabbling, seeing things and no longer "here". Its so sad to watch. She is also loosing weight rapidly despite all attempts by the staff. She had 2 falls yesterday in the space of one hour. On the first one the carer saw her stagger backwards and put himself between her and the floor to protect her as much as he could. When he told me that I was so touched.
This is such a terrible disease. God bless all walking this journey with me. I don't think my mum will see another summer.
Love Quilty
Mums been in CH since April last year. We were both very happy with the choice and care - Mum even told me that thankfully. We had an eventful Christmas however and not in a good way. My invisible sister turned up on Boxing day and took my mother home to her house. I had already agreed with the staff to visit and leave her in the CH as talking about Christmas was making her anxious.
Anyway, last visit from sister was in April so I never imagined she would do this. Mum was in bed for 4 days after boxing day, constantly falling and very confused. The last bad fall led to a trip to A&E and a cracked rib. She also had a chest infection and urine infection. Its never really got better from that point. She now hates the care home, hates me, thinks I stole her house and all her things. She thinks she is living in a pub.
Since last week her conversation is no longer in the "now". She is rabbling, seeing things and no longer "here". Its so sad to watch. She is also loosing weight rapidly despite all attempts by the staff. She had 2 falls yesterday in the space of one hour. On the first one the carer saw her stagger backwards and put himself between her and the floor to protect her as much as he could. When he told me that I was so touched.
This is such a terrible disease. God bless all walking this journey with me. I don't think my mum will see another summer.
Love Quilty