No where else really to vent and write, so I'll lay it all out here...............
About 4 years ago, we had my mother (at that point in time 74) tested to see if she should continue driving. Needless to say she failed as she hit a "few" things. 18YO son found some humor in it and said "that's not that bad, just think of all the things YOU COULD HAVE HIT."
So we needed to take her car away. She was always independent. Living alone in her house for the past 20 years since her 3rd divorce. Drove to all the kids sporting events, getting her own groceries, doing some lawn work (I've mowed for her for the last 7-8 years), so she had a shock to her system.
Sister and I took her to get groceries bi-weekly, and since I was recently divorced I had a bit more time on my hands so we spent a bit more time together.
Fast forward a year and we notice she was having troubles w/ tremors and forgetting things. Went and had her tested and turns out she was at the onset of Parkinsons.
We sign her up for physical / mental / emotional therapy classes that last 6 months. She's doing really well, but soon we determine that being at home alone was not the best for her, so we work with her and decide to sell her house and move her into a retirement "village" where she would be able to "graduate" to different levels of care. She would start out in an apartment, but would have all the benefits of the the village (events, field trips, dinners, football watching, courtyard activities. etc).
She was there for about a year and a half and had made many friends and told me that she liked it there (although she would also admit that she missed having a "house").
Fast forward to this past April. She fell in her apartment and broke her knee cap. As she had to walk with a walker/cane, she came down and stayed with me since I was WFH. For 2 weeks she stayed w/ me and we played card games, scrabble, monopoly, and had many great conversations).
We took her back the dr to check on her walking and her knee. He said it was healing fine, and that she was doing great w/ walking. She was eager to get back to her friends.
2 weeks later she falls and breaks her hip. She has major surgery on her hip, and immediately after the surgery we notice that she's not the same mentally. She's seeing things, talking about things that have not happened, thinks my youngest has had a grandson (oldest did). Dr. says that anesthisia has a really bad effect on a lot of Parkinson's patients.
We move her to a rehab facility where 2 weeks later she proceeds to try to get out of bed to "catch the bus" and fall again. Rebreaking the hip. Another major surgery.
After a week in the hospital, she goes back to the rehab facility. A week in she gets out of bed again in the middle of the night and breaks the other hip. Another major surgery.
We move her to another rehab facility. She's been there about a month and is progressing physically to be able to help the nurses get her in/out of bed and bathroom and she goes to physical therapy daily. Mentally she's getting very emotional. Does not comprehend time. I'll miss a day of visit and when I come back she wonder why I was gone for a week. It's almost like dealing with a toddler part of the time, but then we can have a nice long conversation about stuff that happened in the 70's and 80's.
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Over the weekend we moved her out of her "village" and got rid of / stored a lot of her stuff. We moved her bed / dresser / recliner and pictures of kids into her new place where she'll be in a managed facility that has rehab but also specializes in parkinsons. She'll be in a complex that has a "living area" with 8 hallways extending from it. Down each hallway are 2 rooms (one per resident) where she'll have her own tv, fridge, chair, bed, and it will be "home". She just wants OUT of the rehab facility.
Hopefully she'll like it there. Her hip dr. says that she's probably got a year.
To go from a healthy mom who was going on 8 hour road trips this spring to watch her grandson play college baseball to this in less than 4 months is really a shock.
Hug em while you've got them. You never know what can happen.
Thanks for reading and letting me vent.