Sorry to hear about the problems re:B, but so terrific that you were able to get her into a place so quickly (2 weeks) and also good that you were able to sell the house so quickly..
who is able to visit her there? I know about her wish for Home.. Home is always the place all of us envision, it is just a word for her that means security and love. Actually I think every patient here says the same thing, as well as Mac when he was here. I used to say well you moved, you got married etc. but soon learned to say; you are right, probably be a good idea to go home tomorrow..Mac used to say, yes call my mom, I'd say, will do, as soon as I find her address and phone number...I think I can get a phone book tomorrow...it was sad knowing that this was not going to happen, but it gave him some peace which was really all he really needed at the time. I am now going through the same scenario with my friend's mom, who lives in the building behind this one, that whole building is a Place D'acueille (Welcome Place) for Alzheimer's, imagine 8 floors of patients...it's truly unreal. I go there to give my friend a bit of respite about 2 x a month.
When I think of it, I realize that we all have an ideal place in our mind which is home. It might not be the home we had but one we envisioned or wished we had. I even go on google and look at my old home on Champagneur - I loved my home and my parents, and even the street, (and even still love the little boy I minded there) it makes me happy to see the people who have it now have kept it up and it still looks o.k.,sad to say my little friend Greta's place looks, awful, it was so nice when we lived there. The yard is there with a miserable fence around... Also, I was looking to see if the United church was there, but no ..
That disease is so so terrible, we have a lady on our floor who has to be moved down to a lockdown floor, where she can walk around the hallway- leave her room door open. Three times this week I have helped her in various ways, one of the main things is she can't remember which door is her's, plus where she is, her family doesn't seem to realize she should not be left alone, it's unreal. The sister always says to me, you must understand she has Alzheimer's, hello, I know, but what the sister doesn't know is that even though a preposee takes her to the three meals a day, she is a lost person, she needs someone to be with her, to have a radio on, or t.v. and have someone talk to her between meals. I suggested they get a person to stay with her, but the sister says, I come at least 2 x a week to do her washing, make sure she is alright...She is not alright, and it's lucky that the three times this week, I've been able to take her to her own door, open it with her key, which she forgets is around her neck on a cord..then the poor woman just kind of walks around in the apartment, sits down and looks out the window.
Anyway, I'm talking to the converted...so maybe I'll put this on my blog for some who can pass it on to those who need to know..
The good news is that I'm leaving tomorrow with a group we'll go on a bus to Boston, then we board a cruise ship for Bermuda will be back next Friday...not sure if I'm all that keen, but will be a good change for me, I hope..xxx g'nite
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