Wednesday, January 23, 2013


Mom can't really walk and has trouble sitting for more than a half hour or so. She's back home in her apartment now, but she can't get around at all, so she has a nurse with her all the time.  My sister is looking for an assisted living place to move her into that would provide medical care. I am hoping Mom can regain enough strength to sit up long enough to get around in the motorized wheelchair her doctor is getting for her.

Greg and I are back home. We left Gainesville at 4:30am.  I hated to leave because Mom will need to move very soon, hopefully within the next week, and I know it's going to be so hard on her.  She'll be moving into a place near my sister, and I know seeing her more often will be good for Mom, but leaving all her friends and her social circle and the routine she knows so well will be devastating for her.

I'm just so tired and kind of numb.  The last two days are just a blur of hospital stuff, nurses, problems and stress.  I told Greg at one point that I don't think I'll ever be able to do anything big enough to pay him back for how much he's helped me: making uncomfortable phone calls to my brother and sister to give them bad news about insurance and financial stuff, stepping in to speak up for me when he could see I was getting upset, making me eat and making me rest and holding me while I cried.

The main thing that stands out from the blur is holding Mom's hand, I sat on the end of her hospital bed and held her hand for what feels like the whole time I was there.