A visit to the nursing home where my mother is now is always interesting. I never can be sure of what I'll find. She is 89 now, getting more and more confused, and is completely bedridden and needing to be taken care of. She never knows one day from the next, or one hour from the next, for that matter. She doesn't remember who was there to see her usually, or when I had been there last, or even where she is. That is a blessing now, because she is just content and comfortable, not worried or agitated about anyone or anything.
This morning, I went to see her mid-morning. I rarely go in the mornings - I usually go in the afternoons, but I hadn't been there since Thursday, and I can't go this afternoon. She was fine, asleep as usual, but she woke up alert enough to talk to me. I chatted about how Jim and I went away overnight for our anniversary and that he couldn't come tonight (he always goes on Monday nights while I am at my study group when possible), I told her he was away at a meeting in South Carolina and she asked me where that was. Then she told me that the ceiling has been leaking ( I asked the CNA's who said it hadn't).
I have recently been chatting back and forth on Facebook with one of my cousins, who was very close to our family all of my growing up years. We were talking about our other cousins, who were from New Jersey, who my mother stopping staying in touch with many, many years ago. Long story there. I decided to try to search them out, and I found an address online that I have written to, but I don't know if that is really the right connection. Anyway, I asked my mother about them, and she looked at me, obviously clueless. Ok, no help there - I don't have a married last name for one of them. She had absolutely no idea who or what I was talking about.
But then a very nice thing happened that made me very thankful. Her CNA came in to do my mother's morning care. This particular CNA, a very happy and pleasant young woman, told me she had been off for a week. My mother's face brightened up see her, and she smiled. The CNA was telling her that she had been off, and was now so happy to see her (my mother) again.
So, that tells me that my mother is getting good care from people who she likes. She is pleasantly unaware that she could have been up and about but refused to do so or that as of next month, the one thing she was always afraid would happen will happen - her money is gone and she will be on Medicaid, or that life goes on around her as she lays in that bed, sleeping.








































































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