I realized after the decision had been made last week following a Dr. appointment, that one of the real reasons I had been hesitating to move her, was that I felt selfish doing it. How silly is that?! I also feel as if I failed her somehow, but the real culprit is her mind. She can't remember. Short term, she has no recollection at all. We've put things in place that have been working and helping, but we've hit the end of it. She can't stay home alone as she is. She's going to hate it at first, but last winter when she was placed following a hospital stay, she did fine. She did keep trying to pack to go home, but that seems to be fairly typical.
Some professionals I have been talking to for the last month or so have started asking me how I feel about all this. Well, I hadn't thought about that much. She's going into the same facility my Dad was in. I now have to go there to visit her, just as I did my Dad. Hmm. That may be harder than I originally thought. They are working with that though, and are placing her in a totally different wing than Dad was in. The hope is that she won't get confused and think he's there and she's come to visit. We'll see. Maybe having no memory is not such a bad thing after all!
After this difficult weekend, I am going to visit 'the kids' as they have become- my daughter, SIL and granddaughter. THAT will help. It always does.
Mom's new haircut- last week.
