Mom returned from the hospital to Memory care on a Wednesday, in hospice care. When we went to visit that weekend my brother asked that we take the clothes she would no longer need, so we packed up almost everything. The nurse said just leave a few gowns. She was nonresponsive, and the hospice nurse guessed she had a week.
She got better. The next weekend we brought her clothes back. That was two weeks ago.
We went over yesterday and she recognized my husband and said his name with a happy loving tone, which she hasn’t done in 4 - 5 months. I mentioned a friend of mine from University who’s always having some trouble with something (bless his heart) and she made a funny face.
She doesn’t walk anymore, but she scoots around in a wheelchair very slowly.
Dad wasn’t getting the care he was supposed to be getting, which was help showering and help with his clothes. No wonder he fell. At least this time he wasn’t hurt, he just couldn’t get up on his own. That was remedied and he confirmed yesterday they have been helping him.
We’ll go up next weekend to check on everyone.