Mom was delivered home from the Hospice facility this afternoon. Poor dad, he was so excited that she was coming home and so disappointed about her condition when she got here.
The AL facility close to home has been trying to get both mom/dad in but just can't. Sooooo, being the professionals that they are, and really concerned for people, they steered me in another direction. And, I can tell you that sometimes everything just falls into place. I went to visit the suggested facility, fell in love with the place and the owner, and met some of the residents who were clean and happy and attending a b'day party for one of the new residents. They had a dj who volunteers his time and it was such a festive occasion.
The bad news was they had a bed for a man, not a woman. I went ahead and reserved the bed for dad. There was a bed for a female right across the hall that had already been reserved by another family for their female loved one. Sadly, their doctor wanted her to go to a nursing home...so...WE GOT HER ROOM!
Tomorrow is moving day! I'm not ashamed to say that I shed a couple tears when the director/owner called to tell me that we could get them in. I'm crazy busy tonight trying to get things together. I had to go shopping because they didn't even have enough clothes to make this move. They are set now!
Dad is excited. He knows mom needs more help than we can give her here. And, even though I originally wanted them in the same room - I think this is the best - at least for dad. He will finally get some sleep too. Bless his heart - he just doesn't know how to help her - but wants so desperately to.
We're all so tired. It's a good thing that this journey has almost reached its final destination.
