My mom has been in a rehab/SNF recovering from a stroke for close to three months now. She initially made a lot of progress, but now she has "plateaued," as they call it, and her status has gone from rehab patient to longterm care resident. (She is in the same room in the rehab unit for now, until a longterm room opens up.) Whereas she was getting around 2 hours of PT/OT a day, now she is getting close to none. It's so sad to feel like they have given up on her. She can't go home right now because she still needs 2 people to transfer her from bed to wheechair. She has her marbles, so she knows what's going on. She'll try to stand up and can't. She asks if she'll ever walk again or use her left arm. I visited yesterday and first we went to the little salon upstairs, where I had made an appt for her to get her hair cut. There is one stylist and obviously she does not respect appts. There were about 6 people waiting, all of whom looked to be severely compromised or demented. After an hour and a half, we gave up. I know that the longterm unit is going to be miserable for my mom. Rehab feels like there's hope, but longterm seems like the place where you wait to die. Yes, there are "activities," but non are of much interest to my mother. I left yesterday feeling SO terrible and heartbroken. I came home and sobbed and sobbed. I am very close with my mom, an only child, and finding it excruciating to see her so diminished. Also, she calls me constantly, which makes it worse, as she sounds so vulnerable and helpless. How do you keep yourself from taking these painful realities so hard?