My mother died, we bury her on Tuesday (2 days from now). Her last few years were difficult, so we put her in assisted care; wonderful place with lots of social activities and a great restaurant.
Well, Covid meant lockdowns and isolation, no friends, no restaurant, just her small apartment with no visitors. We could have 'window visits', like when we dressed up for Easter and waved at her through highly reflective plate glass.
Then she had a stroke. Couldn't speak, couldn't swallow. I thought she was going to die in hospital before we got her to hospice care. Tubes, beeps, shouts, blaring TVs, robot-like doctors.
When we brought her home -her own bedroom- and my siblings cared for her, she thrived. I designed a board for her to communicate with. She laughed, she ate (sort of) and even had her morning coffee looking out at the lake as she always loved.
She died in her sleep, cared for by her children. It wasn't pretty but it was the best anyone could hope for. As for me, I'm going to develop that board and help others with it.
Well, Covid meant lockdowns and isolation, no friends, no restaurant, just her small apartment with no visitors. We could have 'window visits', like when we dressed up for Easter and waved at her through highly reflective plate glass.
Then she had a stroke. Couldn't speak, couldn't swallow. I thought she was going to die in hospital before we got her to hospice care. Tubes, beeps, shouts, blaring TVs, robot-like doctors.
When we brought her home -her own bedroom- and my siblings cared for her, she thrived. I designed a board for her to communicate with. She laughed, she ate (sort of) and even had her morning coffee looking out at the lake as she always loved.
She died in her sleep, cared for by her children. It wasn't pretty but it was the best anyone could hope for. As for me, I'm going to develop that board and help others with it.