My mom stayed with me for only three weeks. I needed to find a home for her, as physically it was becoming impossible for me to care for her. I made calls to numerous assisted-living facilities. All of these facilities require two years of private payment before they will accept Medicaid.
My mom had only seven months of private pay left in her account (another dark time for me as I had no idea what I was going to do). I searched the Web for answers and finally found that there are private, residential homes that care for people with dementia, Alzheimer’s and/or other types of illnesses and disabilities. These homes are less expensive, and they offer an environment of real family life. My mom has lived there for almost two years now. She’s about five minutes from my home so I see her every week. She’s now on Medicaid and able to visit InnovAge twice a week.
Mom’s disease is progressing and although she’s happy when I visit her, it’s clear that she no longer knows me as her daughter. I miss the days when I could go to her with my problems, ask her for advice or just laugh with her about silly things. She used to love telling us kids about her life and growing up in Hawaii.
My darkest day was when I put both my mom and dad in the nursing home. This was the day I lost both parents.
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