The rehab hospital has been approved by Medicare to keep Dad in physical therapy for another week, so there is time to plan things better. Yay! I got the old guest room (recently storage room) cleaned out today. Major work. And I had the entire guest room closet filled with "stuff". I got that all moved to otgher rooms and the attic. Lots of old junk to the landfill (but a lot to the recycling center too). I could have done that years ago, but I'm a man~ana type. when it comes to household stuff.
I figured out the logistics of the move last night as I was trying to fall asleep. And, nicely, it still all made sense in the morning. So its a plan.
It's "one day at a time" now... I don't know how things will work out with Dad living here with me. I'll do the best I can. We might just get along fine, we might not. Only time will tell.
But I want to give him the best last days that I can. That means a lot of adjustments; I'll make those adjustments. Until I can't help him enough anymore. Then it will have to be an "assisted living facility". And eventually a hospice center nearby where we kids can visit him often. We are all going there someday. But I will do what I can in the meantime.
2 comments:
Having just had my Mother placed in a Rehab/Nursing home (she's 86) I feel what you're going through. It's smart to prepare as much as possible but smarter to take it a day at a time. I'll keep you and your Dad in my prayers.
You will cherish the thought that you did your best, with no regrets.
It will be bittersweet, but you take all the sweet you can get.
da bear
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