An update: My Mother came home Thursday, and without scheduled rehab or in home health care. Meaning I’m it. At about 9 pm or so on the same day we received a call that my father was fading. We made it to the hospital, was misdirected to his room. It took almost 10 minutes and a nurse to finally lead us to him, only to have missed his last moments of consciousness. We made the decision to obey his wishes. We went home and as we sat in our chairs the phone rang. He had just passed away. He waited until my mother was comfortable in her chair and safe in their home.
Now I’m with her and I have to say that helping to rehab a 68 y/o former nurse who just lost her husband of 45 years and knows nothing of finances is an experience.
I wanted to let everyone know that I’m still here. My mother fell and broke her hip early Thursday morning and I went to stay with my 89 year old father. Well at about 1 am this morning I had to call 911 for my father who has something called IPF. A lung condition.
She’s doing better and he is in ICU.
A wonderful 5 days.