Long rant incoming! You've been warned...
Well, things have been interesting...
She got out of the hospital and went to a therapy facility for a couple of weeks. The point of therapy is to teach folks how to deal with the circumstances one finds oneself in after an injury... and if you're 85 and you blow off what they're trying to teach you then they discharge you. She's not the most willing participant when it comes to stuff like that.
She spent a week at my sisters house after that... which caused me to get in a pretty wicked argument with my sister. My mom had asked me if she could come to my house when she got out of the hospital and I had agreed, but when she got out of the therapy center she went to my sisters house. My sister Robbie has MS and can barely get around herself, and she lives an hour from the nearest hospital and two hours away from me. I'm 5 miles from a great hospital, have plenty of room and someone can be here 24 hours a day. To me it was a no-brainer that she'd come here and I felt it was a really poor decision on both my mom's part and my sisters. Unfortunately, my sister Robbie called me the day my mom got out of therapy complaining at great lengths that I wasn't backing her (Robbie) up because I wasn't driving out to her house to move a freaking model doll house she wanted moved 'cause it was in the way and I finally took her complaining as license to voice my own opinion on the subject.
We won't be talking again, not in this lifetime. It got ugly. The reason will come out further in this post.
So, after a week at my sisters house, my mom went home last Friday. She called me, we talked, yada yada. Then the winter storm began to hit....
I called her last Sunday (two days after she got home) and asked her to come stay with me for a bit so she wasn't alone during the storm. She agreed and I went to pick her up. She looked terrible. She can't hardly walk... it's just really bad. She was better the last day in the therapy center than she was Sunday. I have NO idea how my sister could have dropped her off at her house and walked away from her in the condition she was in. Oh well, such is life, let's just take it from there...
She's been with me a week now, and she's fallen twice, the last time was just a couple of hours ago. She's supposed to use a walker but she doesn't, and we've argued when I remind her when she doesn't, she gets all bent out of shape and does the whole "you're not the boss of me... I'm just fine" thing. She changes her tune when I have to pick her up off the floor, cradling her like a baby, and put her in bed. There's nothing that's wrenched my heart so much as seeing her laying on the floor, helpless.
So, I call my other sister Debbie (who also has MS) and tell her that I'm going to call the doctor tomorrow and do whatever he feels is best, and if that's to put her in a home, then by damn that's what I'll do - or else. The "or else" amounts to washing my hands of the whole deal. My mom's got a million dollars in the bank but she tells the doctor she's on a fixed income and can't afford any additional medication. She talks like she's destitute. I'd be OK with her staying in her own home if she had 24 hour care, but she won't pay for that.
Debbie agrees with me and calls Robbie, and it comes out that Robbie told her the same thing she told me - that if mom wants to go home to die then that's where she should go. We should drive by a couple of times a week (in shifts) and that was her solution. That was the same story that Robbie gave me when we argued and I'm so totally opposed to that as a solution that I can't see straight.
There's no way in hell I'm going to call or go by my moms house if she lives there in the condition she's in now. I'm an hour away and if I call and she doesn't answer, what am I supposed to do? Drive over there and see if she's dead? Driving by a couple of times a week presents the same problem... if she doesn't answer the door, what? I'm supposed to consider this some sort of roulette game, roll the dice, see if the old lady is alive or dead? Consider it a Schrodinger's cat deal and consider that while she's in the box that she's both alive and dead at the same time 'till I collapse the equation by peeking? Bullshit!
Robbie is too close to the same situation now to have a decent perspective. She sees herself in nearly the same position and she wants to live at home 'till the bitter end, and I can understand that. Thing is, I can even support her decision. I don't feel any overt amount of obligation to my sister that would lead me to argue with her about her decision, but my mom... the woman who bore me and wiped my *** for the first 18 years of my life... I feel an obligation to her and if I can't fulfill that obligation to the best of my ability, then I'm being negligent.
What's funny is, Robbie would be the first to complain if a story was on the news about how a hospital just dumped a patient at home to die, but she's willing to just dump my mom there.
I swear...
_________________ In time, this too shall pass.
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