Got a call from the Social Worker this morning, and she said they didn't have a set discharge date for my mom yet. So glad. Seems they want to get her to minimal dependence on help, and as of now, she's very needy, especially with small chores like dressing and bathroom issues. And the Social Worker also said they'd like to hold a family meeting next week to consider our options, and what Mom's status is.
Curious to know what my brothers' thoughts are on the matter. Do they have ideas different than ours? I just wonder, and it'll be interesting to see how this family meeting goes. My other brother is too far away to come (well, unless it's immediately before Thanksgiving---he made noises about coming for the holiday, but quite honestly isn't the best with following through---there you have it---brutal honesty), but he and my oldest brother, pretty much, see eye-to-eye, so one echoes another. Unfortunately. I say that, but would enjoy being pleasantly surprised. Dysfunctional is our middle name.
When my mom had her cataract surgery and broken arm a couple of years ago, it was simply accepted that our household would take care of her. I get that. We live here. But also, it's a tad frustrating when my (childless, divorced) oldest brother who lives not-so-far-away tends to rely on the argument that we have all these kids, so have an immediate help line. He needs to cut it out.
Not feeling so strong for the job today of being me. I want a do-over. And while my relief at Gary talking to my mom yesterday is still a plus, I get to thinking about moving 3 bedrooms around here, throwing stuff out, and making way for my mom and it makes me feel sick. And I consistently have this problem where I feel I can always take on ONE MORE THING, but it's not always the case. But, sometimes the right thing to do, isn't necessarily the easiest one to do. It's just right.
How to access the Grace of God in a situation that's so overwhelming almost seems impossible. I know it's there, but to constantly feel a deficit of energy and ability tends to drain me dry. And this with her still in the hospital. How am I going to cope when she's discharged and I have to really face what has to happen?
