What a difference a month makes.
So, as of my last post, Mom was diagnosed with a blood clot (we found out several weeks later that it was actually TWO clots). She stayed in the hospital for another ten days. During the course of that stay, the doctors let us know that Mom really shouldn’t be there. She should have been at home, on hospice.
So…she got discharged. I was hoping to get her into an assisted living unit by the time she was discharged, but no such luck. She came home to her old apartment for about four days, then she signed up for hospice, fell that afternoon (no injuries), and moved into her assisted living apartment the next day.
It was quite a whirlwind.
I was very thoroughly blessed by my friends that week. I sent out an email on Wednesday explaining that I needed help packing and moving Mom by Friday. Somehow, I got help…just enough, and just at the right times! Two neighbors came over Wednesday evening; one was an RN who helped sort Mom’s meds. Thursday I got help from two more Girl Scout leader friends; they packed Mom’s kitchen. Friday, the day of the move, I got help from friends who I met through Mr. Hoagie’s work.
I can’t tell you how grateful I am to God for sending everyone!!
And Mom got into assisted living not a MOMENT too soon. She really needs every bit of extra help. She stays in bed most of the time, except for meals, because she is so swollen (due to the blood clots and possibly because the lung cancer tumor is putting pressure on her blood vessels). She’s also on oxygen.
It’s been pretty smooth sailing ever since. I’m taking my time with all the paperwork and change-of-address stuff. I get over there 3-4 times a week. It’s so good not to have to worry myself sick that she’s on the floor just because she hasn’t answered her phone.