A twofold title.
One: my mom is finally in a long-term-care facility.
Two: it takes many decades before anyone enters a long-term care facility.
Fortunately, for my mother, she entered LTC not a moment too soon, given her dementia had increased considerably in the last month while her mobility had decreased to nil in the same time frame. Fortunately, she’s in one of the best homes around. It’s hotel-lovely inside and has everything: a chapel, dining rooms, sizable rooms and large windows, classes, just to name a few. Fortunately, the staff is excellent (caring and considerate, and patient).
Unfortunately, few residents seem cognizant enough to recognize their environment and/or cannot partake of the activities/events and amenities. Unfortunately, my mother’s ability to recognize and process what is around her is presently sporadic. Unfortunately, she is confused and despondent; she calls to say no one goes to see her, my daily visits forgotten.
I suppose there are blessings in being unaware (cognitively impaired) for those that are. For those that are on the other side, offering solace and companionship, it’s saddening.
But life does go on, one way or another, and we can only go with the flow, as swift or slow as it may prove.
We may have been an oil-and-vinegar pair, Mom, but I love you nonetheless. God bless.