Mom is in a nursing home.
The broken leg, sepsis, dental surgery, two weeks in the hospital took its toll. Then she went to a couple of different nursing homes and medications got out-of-whack.
Maybe she had a stroke. Maybe she lost her equilibrium and has been slow regaining it. We will likely never know.
From the family's standpoint, having her in a nursing home where she is bathed, medicated and toileted by trained professionals has been a vast relief.
They clean and change her bedding. They supply physical therapy. They prepare food and put bandages on her boo-boos.
There has been a loss in the precision in med-drops. Before the nursing home, Mom's bathing was tightly synchronized with max effectiveness of her pain meds. We lost that.
Before the nursing home, Mom split her time between a very comfortable chair and bed. At the nursing home Mom spends most of her time in a bed and a small amount of time in a sling-bottomed wheel-chair that is not as comfortable on her bottom.
Like every other place in America, the nursing home is struggling to find enough people who want to work.
A family member attends during lunch and dinner most days. We know we will not have her forever. Nobody really expects that she will be able to return to her home.