posted on Dec, 9 2013 @ 08:01 AM
my mom won a fight with cancer in her late 50's/early 60's. She was youthful before chemo, and came out of chemo an old woman. Yes, she survived.
But it took its toll on her.
My wife and I decided that she could no longer live alone (she couldn't clean her house any more, and was starting to just eat sandwiches because
cooking became harder for her). We moved into her house, since that is where she wanted to stay (rather than her move into my house). She was happy
that we immediately took over the cooking and cleaning.
1 year ago she was bedridden for about 3 months. She had 2 disks rupture in her lower back while playing with my nephew. From there, she had 3
months rolling and writhing in pain. During that time my wife and I took care of her. We couldn't do much for her pain, but we could make sure she
ate, and that the doctors actually did something.
I tried to let my sister manage the care. She isn't forceful enough nor scary enough. I remember the day she got her first steroid injection in her
back. By that night the pain had subsided. The next morning she was ready to drive her truck for the first time in almost 4 months.
My mom will never be in any kind of home other than this one. My wife is an LVN, and I have the flexibility to work 90% of my time from home if need
be. Nursing homes are for those whose family just don't have enough love for them. I worked in a nursing home when I was younger...and that is my
official opinion.
No...my mom deserves far, far better from me.