Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee; in whose heart are thy ways. Who going through the vale of misery use it for a well, and the pools are filled with water. Psalm 84:5,6
My dad died suddenly six weeks ago. Capable, joyful, caring - he made everything okay for those around him and lived his life helping people. He was my mom's heart, mind and source of normal living. She has Alzheimer's disease.
"I recommend you place her tomorrow in a residential care facility," said someone from a home care agency.
"Your first job is to see to the care of your mother. You need to find an assisted living facility for her," said the attorney.
"Keep your mother at home where she is comfortable," said one of the African aides that I interviewed.
"Are you putting me in a nursing home?" my mother questioned angrily when my sister and I toured some residential living communities. Mom can't remember what day it is and will put on two different shoes, but her emotional impressions remain largely accurate. That is what makes the decision so hard.
Bottom line, I am the one who has to make this decision about my mother. Nobody else. And my heart bleeds for her.
Prayer: Lord, show me Your well and the pools that are filled with water as I go through this vale of misery. Please let mom feel cared for and loved. Protect her and give me Your Wisdom. Amen.
My dad died suddenly six weeks ago. Capable, joyful, caring - he made everything okay for those around him and lived his life helping people. He was my mom's heart, mind and source of normal living. She has Alzheimer's disease.
"I recommend you place her tomorrow in a residential care facility," said someone from a home care agency.
"Your first job is to see to the care of your mother. You need to find an assisted living facility for her," said the attorney.
"Keep your mother at home where she is comfortable," said one of the African aides that I interviewed.
"Are you putting me in a nursing home?" my mother questioned angrily when my sister and I toured some residential living communities. Mom can't remember what day it is and will put on two different shoes, but her emotional impressions remain largely accurate. That is what makes the decision so hard.
Bottom line, I am the one who has to make this decision about my mother. Nobody else. And my heart bleeds for her.
Prayer: Lord, show me Your well and the pools that are filled with water as I go through this vale of misery. Please let mom feel cared for and loved. Protect her and give me Your Wisdom. Amen.
