Something you don't know about me.
In 2017, my elderly mother fell and broke her hip. She was ninety at the time. I became a full-time caregiver.
Her hip was fixed by surgery, but she needed time to recover and physical therapy to allow her to stand and walk with a walker. It took some time to get her there, but she was able to dress and take care of herself. I had to fix meals, do all the household chores.
This has been a long, hard grind. Rather than getting better, it was a long, slow decline.
In February, Mom had another fall. She fractured the bone of her hip socket. This is better by far than breaking a bone, but in come ways, it was worse. She went to a rehab place after her hospital stay, and that was a big mistake. She couldn't do anything on that hip for six weeks as it healed. So, she went to a rehab that was unable to do any rehab.
I paid for two extra months, and she came home May 1st with home physical therapy. In July, she started getting weaker and weaker. I was alarmed and took her to the doctor, and they said she was as well as she could be for a 96-year-old.
Last week she had a fever and I took her to the ER. She had a bad infection and was in the hospital until Friday, when she was discharged to an "elder care facility".
I don't think she'll be coming home. I feel like a failure, but I know I've done my best for her.
She is my last blood relative.
If you live long enough, you may find yourself alone, simply because you've outlived them.
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