A Daughter's Stories About an Aging Parent: Sharing Tips & Facts Learned Along The Way
On the evening of Monday, March 16th, my 89-year-old mother Ginny’s Independent/Assisted living facility was placed on lockdown. No one in and no one out to limit the spread of COVID-19. Although there are several confirmed cases of the virus in the county, at this time, there are none inside the residence. I was not…
(This week’s post is part of my side series covering my cancer treatments.) On the third day after my third round of chemo, I pulled out my computer to attempt to write. (I’m a pretty determined girl.) And I sat there. I tried again the next day. Nothing. Granted, the chemo had successfully snuffed out…
My primary goal with writing this post is to get input from readers. We had an experience a few months ago with an Independent/Assisted Living home, and I would be interested if anyone can shed some light on whether our experience was unusual or not. I’m going to skip through some of our ongoing story…
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It has been more than three years since my mother moved into a seniors’ home. But time hasn’t made the memory of the eve of her move less heart-wrenching. THE NIGHT BEFORE (May 2016): ?Tomorrow we are moving my 89-year-old mother to a seniors’ residence.? She has been in transition,…
About two months have passed since our decision to move my 88-year-old mother Ginny into a senior living facility. The best news we received in that time was that she would not be forced to sign a year lease by September 1st after all. Working with the realty company, the condo owners agreed to no…
(This week is another post in my side series covering my cancer treatments. Aging parent stories will resume next week.) When I arrived for my first chemo treatment, my pulse was 121. It probably went higher as I waited for my doctor to review my lab results to confirm whether I could proceed. With my…
We remain in town a little longer to make sure my mother Ginny is o.k. from her fall. (See Part I). As it turns out, we also have to say goodbye to Summer. No, it wasn’t the changing of the season but rather Summer is the name of Ginny’s caregiver. I haven’t spoken much about…
I get up at 6:30 am so I have enough time to write a little, shower and pack. We are headed over to Clearwater (a 2 ½ hour drive) for a late Mother’s Day visit. We plan to take my 88-year-old mother Ginny out to dinner and stay for a couple of days. My phone…
About a year and a half ago, my 87-year-old mother Ginny called my sister Hailey with some interesting news. As I’ve mentioned, she has rented her condo for almost 19 years. Not only has the two-bedroom unit been comfortable, it’s in a great location, reasonably priced and the realty company that manages it has always…
Readers who follow me have graciously been asking how I am doing. (For previous story click here.) The surgery went well and I was released after one night in the hospital. There were a few rough patches after returning home, but each day was better than the day before. I had the huge bonus of…
