Am I on Life Plan C at this point, or D or perhaps P? I am not sure how many times I have revised my hopes and expectations in caring for Mom.
But the other night was a hard conversation. Sis and I agreed that it is time to put Mom in a home. The only good reason to keep her out at this point is to wait longer until facing what will be a huge monthly bill from now until the end of her life. But given how quickly she has gone downhill, that may not end up mattering. We can pay for a facility for the foreseeable future.
But, Mom increasingly is overwhelmed by life at home, a household full of things to be moved around and hidden away. I worry about her getting into things she should leave alone. And we simply cannot watch her all the time. She gets up in the night or early morning and wanders the house.
And, it is time to start carving out a bit more of a life for me. I have thrilling fantasies of going to the gym after work, being able to leave for work without worrying if the caregiver is here yet, and perhaps having a friend over for dinner without interruption. Wild, right?
Suddenly it has been two and a half years in which my life has been dominated by caregiving. Where did that time go? I am mystified by all I used to do and how little seems to fit into my life now after the meds are dosed, we spend a little time together and Mom is fed and put to bed.
So it is time for a new plan, where she gets a higher level of care and I reclaim a corner of my own life. Plan Q, here we come!