Well, while he was there he brought up the subject of what Mom figured would happen when she got out---still not sure of the date. He laid out what he thought was possible---a nursing home (not a chance), living in Louisiana with my other brother (made her frown causing Gary to laugh), living alone with nursing help visiting during the day, and lastly to move in with us.
She said she'd prefer to be in her home with the home health care to stop in. Gary reminded her that she'd not be able to answer the door, being that she's moving so slowly. And that it'd be mostly my burden to make sure she was alright, and that we'd be constantly running to and fro. She got it. He told her his preference was the last one---to be with us as long as it takes for her to finally be on her own. He didn't address it like she'd be here for the duration of her life, but that she could use us and our home as a springboard to get stronger. Brilliant.
Now, I don't know if the day will ever happen where she'll be independent again, but she has to be allowed the opportunity to try. And to imagine her freedom again is a sure way to encourage her to work at getting better. What could be more perfect?
I sure love him.
