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Pittsburg, Kansas | When my mom went in the first time for rehab for something (a fall I think) she got along fine. Made friends. Was treated well. She liked it.
Then she at some later time (might have been a year or two later) had to go back (may have been a different place, don't remember) and hated it. Said the help treated her terrible. Ask dad daily to get her out of there and swore she never wanted to go back. We never knew for sure if she was telling the truth and she was really treated badly or if her mind was starting to go and she was imagining things. Her mind was starting to get frail.
At any rate she never went back to a nursing home. Dad took care of her at home till the very end. A full time job for a year or two. Even during hospice when she got really bad. Was super hard on him but he soldiered on even with her mind going and sometimes very abusive to him. She was the love of his life and was not going to put her in her last days someplace she did not want to be. She died in her home, as did he a couple years later. Wife and I took care of him in that same home (we moved in with him the last couple of months) as he also did not want to go to a rest home when he got to the point he could not take care of himself. Brothers and sisters also helped and did what they could (they did the most before, till we moved in with dad).
It was a chore but wife and I were both happy to do it. For all he did for us, it was a privelige. | |
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