A number of people have asked me what the end of the story is regarding moving my mother. I've put off posting about this the past couple of days because it has been so exhausting I had no energy to relive it.
After moving her into assisted living and having to move her out after three days because the place quickly discovered she needed more attention than they could provide and then placing her in a hospital for 9 days we were really under time constraints to find her a home. The original plan was to move her to Meridian Village in Glen Carbon, a beautiful place which recently opened a memory care area. The problem was, Meridian is not set up administratively to accept people as quickly as we needed.
Which meant we began scouring Kansas and the St. Louis area for something else. My sister and I spent hours on the internet, the phone, texting trying to decide what to do. Then a miracle happened. A nurse my sister knows heard about our situation and recommended that we look into Comfort Care Homes, a way of caring for dementia and Alzheimer's people in real homes in real neighborhoods. Comfort Care Homes was begun 14 years ago by a man who could not find a place for his mother. He now has a handful in Kansas and although he is asked constantly to add more, he only wants to run those he can operate well.
My sister called, found there was an opening, and the people there immediately sent a nurse to the hospital to evaluate my mother and within hours we learned she would be accepted, pending a visit from my sister to check out the place. We didn't get our hopes up, we've assumed too much the past few weeks. We also went back and forth on the pros and cons of bringing my mother closer to me in St. Louis.
It turned out that this is a perfect situation. Well, maybe not perfect, nothing is perfect anymore when a family member is in this state, but it is better than anything we've ever seen or read about. My mom is now in a single family ranch home in a normal neighborhood. They take only 6 people, 3 men and 3 women who all have their own bedrooms but share the living room, kitchen, and backyard. There is also a house dog, a Schnauzer named Luke who my mother is crazy about. What a life line, a dog, something my mom has missed having for a long time.
The backyard is full of trees and grass with a nice patio holding an umbrella table and chairs. There is a fence which is secured so no one wanders off. It's like living a normal life. Each of the six people have their own Laz-y-Boy from which to watch tv. The staff has been with the house since it's beginning 14 years ago and everything runs on a schedule so as to keep the people stimulated, but not too stimulated, rested, but not always resting, food is prepared in the kitchen and everyone eats at the same kitchen table.
The nurse who originally recommended the place has a brother who is a geriatric physician who makes house calls so there is no need to make visits to a doctor's office.
We were asked not to call for about 3 days after mom arrived so they could get her acclimated and assimilated. She is still confused, but not anxious like she was before. She thinks she has her plane or train or bus ticket and is going to be traveling home to Chicago. The Chicago she remembers from her childhood, not the Chicago she lived in during most of her life.
She's not going to get better, but a huge part of being happy or at least being at peace with things is having something to do and someone to love. Now she has people to talk to and eat with in a real house and she has a dog to love, a dog who seems to really really enjoy the attention.