What a week.
I headed up to Pennsylvania for a niece's wedding. On my mom's side, she has 17 grandchildren but this is the first marriage of any of them. The oldest GK are in their mid 30s. The 2 youngest are in college. Now that that event is over, on to task #2.
My mom has lived alone in the home my grandfather purchased in 1948. My dad passed in 2000. My mother has lived here for 74 years. And has some possessions that are probably that old.
Last year she had various hospitalizations. The latest was around Thanksgiving. She had a blood clot in her arm. It cut off blood flow to the hand. The doc told me she was a day or 2 away from needing the hand amputated. I think that caught her attention.
She was standing firm on living the rest of her days in her home. But reality smacked her in the face. She can't live alone anymore.
Today we toured the nursing home. Long story short, we are writing them a check tomorrow for a unit. Once this is done, several families will let out a collective sigh of relief.
My mother has 6 children still alive. Of course, I live the furthest away. Plus some kids make themselves too busy to bother with checking up on their mother. So the mommy duties mainly fall on 2 sisters. But my interactions with them WRT my mom are semi toxic. They are frazzled by the last minute phone calls and the urgent messages. And their husbands also pay a price.
So before the wedding I got ambushed by the "something needs to be done" lecture. I told them I needed to get there and see the situation myself. I try to stay drama free but didn't appreciate being threatened to do something.
Good news is today I did something. And mom seems to be agreeable. She likes the place. Plus her sister lives close by.
So now the ball is rolling. Got to get a chest xray and covid test. Sign some papers then figure out what furniture gets moved. We'll go shopping for a new bed since she has a king and that won't work.
I don't wish this on anyone. It happens in life that people live a lot longer once they are no longer able to care for themselves on a daily basis. And given family dynamics, some folks thrive on the drama. I would have been better off just doing all this myself. But I felt an obligation to keep people informed. Then sibling A doesn't want me saying anything to sibling C. I don't have time for that bullshit.
Sorry for the ramble. It's been a long day. Now the paperwork and other fun begins. Wish me luck.
I headed up to Pennsylvania for a niece's wedding. On my mom's side, she has 17 grandchildren but this is the first marriage of any of them. The oldest GK are in their mid 30s. The 2 youngest are in college. Now that that event is over, on to task #2.
My mom has lived alone in the home my grandfather purchased in 1948. My dad passed in 2000. My mother has lived here for 74 years. And has some possessions that are probably that old.
Last year she had various hospitalizations. The latest was around Thanksgiving. She had a blood clot in her arm. It cut off blood flow to the hand. The doc told me she was a day or 2 away from needing the hand amputated. I think that caught her attention.
She was standing firm on living the rest of her days in her home. But reality smacked her in the face. She can't live alone anymore.
Today we toured the nursing home. Long story short, we are writing them a check tomorrow for a unit. Once this is done, several families will let out a collective sigh of relief.
My mother has 6 children still alive. Of course, I live the furthest away. Plus some kids make themselves too busy to bother with checking up on their mother. So the mommy duties mainly fall on 2 sisters. But my interactions with them WRT my mom are semi toxic. They are frazzled by the last minute phone calls and the urgent messages. And their husbands also pay a price.
So before the wedding I got ambushed by the "something needs to be done" lecture. I told them I needed to get there and see the situation myself. I try to stay drama free but didn't appreciate being threatened to do something.
Good news is today I did something. And mom seems to be agreeable. She likes the place. Plus her sister lives close by.
So now the ball is rolling. Got to get a chest xray and covid test. Sign some papers then figure out what furniture gets moved. We'll go shopping for a new bed since she has a king and that won't work.
I don't wish this on anyone. It happens in life that people live a lot longer once they are no longer able to care for themselves on a daily basis. And given family dynamics, some folks thrive on the drama. I would have been better off just doing all this myself. But I felt an obligation to keep people informed. Then sibling A doesn't want me saying anything to sibling C. I don't have time for that bullshit.
Sorry for the ramble. It's been a long day. Now the paperwork and other fun begins. Wish me luck.