This will be a short post, simply because I am physically and emotionally exhausted. My dad's condition has stabilized and Medicare says he has to go home for now. If he gets bad again, he will go back to the hospice. He is happy, and he has sold them a real bill of goods, because every time they ask him how he feels he says he feels fine. He can stand, but he can't walk, and he has a catheter that cannot be removed.
I am happy for him, because I know it is his wish to spend his last days at home, but he needs more care than my mom can provide. But that's not the big problem. The big problem is my mother, and her 'illness'. When I was a kid she kept our house so clean, but somewhere along the way she just stopped. Their house is filthy - I mean, deep, years of dirt on top of years of dirt filthy, and in really bad shape. It is also 59 years old.
I have tried many times to get her to let me help her get it cleaned up, but she won't --- no, I believe she can't throw away what most people call junk. And to make it worse, she worked at a thrift store for a while, and what they wanted to throw away, she brought home with her. And it's just JUNK!!!
We had to leave the hospice house this afternoon, go to my house and get her things, then go to her house and move 3/4 of the furniture out of the living room so they can get a hospital bed in there. Now she is just totally angry because she had to do this and didn't want to. Tomorrow morning I have to go to their home and help her clean because they are bringing the hospital equipment around lunch, and then they are bringing my dad in an ambulance. It's just not a good situation, but it's 'The Rules According to Medicare", and you can't argue with them. Of course as far as my dad's care, there will be a nurse a couple of times a week, and someone to bathe him 3 times a week, which will be a great help.
I may not post tomorrow, as it will be a very long day, and stressful I am sure, and I'm not sure what the next few days may hold. Please keep my parents and myself in your prayers. God has been working this week, and I don't know what purpose this will serve, but I do believe He is holding me in his hands, I just am not feeling it today. I guess that is just the stress and exhaustion. Blessings to you all, Becky