I spoke to Dad this morning and we've come to the decision that Mom will go to a nursing home for intermediate care.
I hate nursing homes. They seem so lonely. And sad. And I really hate the thought of my mother being there.
However, I know that she will get therapy she needs and constant care without draining my father physically. Dad is going to make the arrangements today at a facility across the street from the hospital. In my heart, I know that family and friends have spent time there and thrived. And her doctor works there three days a week.
Can you tell that I'm trying to cheer myself up?