My mom didn't want to go to a nursing home, or anywhere away from home. In her home, she can do all…read moreher hobbies, eat all her favorite Filipino foods, prepared by her or us, plus she paid for it and wants to die there like my dad did. She knew, that she will get stronger and she will be back on her feet, as soon as she starts her radiation. With that said, I end up talking her into moving to Park Forest, one, because it's close from my home, I can easily walk there & visit her. I told her I will even do volunteer work, so I have an excuse for visiting her there often. She went for it! That's right, she was ready to be among women her own age!
On the day she moved in, I was unpacking some of her necessities, when she rang up the nurse. She pressed the button, like 10x, but no nurse came to see her. I also found out, that SHE WILL HAVE to walk to the bathroom, without her walker, and that there is no guard rail on her bed. Meaning, they didn't care if she fell, or tripped, my mom is DYEING of cancer and there is NO WAY IN HELL was she walking alone in the bathroom, without an assistance!
To me, that was a torture! I found out, the buzzer had a hole so the reason why the nurse didn't hear her. What if she tried the buzzer and I wasn't there, and she's having an emergency?
Right away, I decided, this was NOT a place for her. The lady who was in the same room as mom (roommate) her first warning to us was: "good luck, getting help around here!" I didn't know @ that time, what she meant. But she was giving us a good warning. I feel sorry for relatives, leaving their 'love ones' in a place such as this!
I got a confirmation from her doctor, and took mom home with me, that same evening.
That was a good move, on my part, because I had the last 3 months with my mother, and took care of her and had a chance to be a 'mother' to her and her the 'daughter'.