Not a question, just something I needed to say. I recently spent two weeks back east getting my folks moved to the next, and final, level of care at their facility. Mom and Dad both have dementia that manifests differently. Dad recently began falling and fell on his head three times in three days, so we knew it was time for skilled care.
I spent 12 hours for twelve days straight with my folks who both had been in assisted living. During this time Mom was still in assisted and Dad was already in skilled. It was a rough two weeks getting everything settled and helping my folks navigate the changes (again, but this time with more exaggerated dementia).
But what struck me most was how fortunate I am. My folks chose to move to a graduated care facility when Mom was diagnosed with AD, beginning with independent living. It is a wonderful, if not modern, facility, where the staff really do care. Sure, it would be great if there were more staff and the buildings were more modern. But hearing what some of you have been through, I remain grateful they are where they are.
Those of you who provide care 24/7 in your homes are heroes and angels. I have no idea how you do it. Several times during those two weeks I found myself at my very end, and once had to hide to cry.
My heart goes out to everyone in this group. It’s a journey we all seem to walk at some point. But for many it is more like climbing Mount Everest. Bless you all. Be kind to yourselves.
Wishing you all peace, strength, and wisdom on the road.