Some progress has been made in the communication with my
sister Renee, after sending her the article I posted in my last blog post. She emailed me and I wrote her back and told
her I want us to be able to move forward and put these things that troubled us
in the past behind us for now. They can
be addressed at a later date if we need to talk about it. Right now I think it’s important to focus on
healing and moving forward, and when we feel that our emotions and our sister
relationship is in a good, safe, healthy place, then we can talk about those
things (if we need to, and I know we will).
We spoke on the phone and have continued with emails. Some of which were not very positive as she
wanted to discuss some issues from the past that only brought up those painful
memories, but all in all, I think we are moving forward. I had to bite my tongue a few times. She said she appreciates me reaching
out. Hopefully, we are starting our
next chapter, and it will be one of loving, caring, supportive sisters. One thing I know for sure, our mom is loved
so much, by each and every one of us.
That never was in doubt.
So much has happened in the past couple of weeks that I
can’t possibly go into all of the details.
But to put it simply…my mom’s money will be gone by the end of this year, and she needs to be moved out of her current facility to a nursing home that has
an available certified Medicaid bed in a memory care unit.
Renee found one close to where she is now, and I asked her if I could
make phone calls to try to find one closer to the rest of the family in Mom’s
hometown. I found that most places
have waiting lists, if they even accept title 19 at all. I believe that one
can be found, but it is going to take more than me making phone calls. Renee wants me to come back ASAP and help her
with paperwork and placement. Most likely, Mom will not be moved to her hometown, which makes me sad, because I know one of my sisters will not come around should this happen.
In the past year, Mom has shown some decline in her memory
and concentration. She is often incontinent, and it can take her a half hour to brush her teeth and change her
clothes. The agitation has become
worse, she walks much slower, and she is just slipping away.
Nobody wants Mom to be moved to a skilled-care nursing home. It’s scary, not knowing how she will adjust and what kind of care she will receive.
I offered to come back and take care of Mom for awhile, and Renee said
if I did she would hand over guardianship to me, to which I said no. I live in Arizona, I would have to bring Mom
back here with me (she’d never
handle the flight) and take her away from the family, or else sell my house and
move there, and that’s not an option for me at this time. I can’t possibly make these changes right now. Plus, Mom’s house is gone, her
furniture is gone, and now her money is gone.
My plan is not the same as it was last year when I offered to come back
and be Mom’s caregiver. Renee wouldn’t
let me then. I had predicted she would
be willing to relinquish guardianship once it got to this point. I don’t know how I can do it now, but I will find a way if she will help me.
The latest news is that I am going to fly back to Chicago
and take my mom to my daughter’s apartment to care for her. This isn't set in stone, but it is a real possibility. Renee said Mom needs to be moved out of her
current location by the end of the month, or shortly thereafter, and she wants
me take Mom and see how it works out before she places her elsewhere.
She suggested I do it for at least a week.
I don’t know how long I will be there, I don’t know if it’s going to
work out, I don’t know how Mom is going to handle the new environment, I don't know anything right now.
All I know is that I want to do whatever I am able to do for my
Mom. Renee is giving me this
chance, and for once, I feel that my prayers have been heard. It's not going to be the same as it would have been last year. Things are different in many, many ways. Mom's familiar things are gone. It's going to be a challenge, but I'm going to do my best.
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