A new phase approaches

Deep sigh...

My mom is now completely incontinent, urinary-wise and with a measure of fecal incontinence.  Plus, she doesn't want to change her briefs when they become wet, due to a combination of laziness - by her own admission - as well as an aversion to 'wasting money' on briefs and unawareness of her own urination.  So she is at now at risk of needing a nursing home instead of her current assisted living arrangements (one bedroom, one living room with a kitchenette, private bathroom, nice lake view).

And, with her occasional low blood sugar issues, there are some safety concerns, both with any dangerous low blood sugars as well as any associated falls.  She is also on oxygen 100% of the time, 24x7, though she has resisted doing so, at least up until our conversation yesterday.

Yesterday I told her that the potential consequence of wet and overflowing briefs is ... moving to a nursing home. It was not a happy conversation.

Today I checked out nursing homes.  One was straight out of central casting of One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest.  Awful.  The other was clean and orderly, but with her sharing what is a very small hospital-room space.  I've toured yet another, a little further from me but associated with her present facility, and though she'd likely share a room, the place is clean and pleasant and comfortable.

So, as I consider the title of this blog, her life is soon contracting further, from a 3-room apartment to half of a hospital room.  Soon, with a poof, will she just vanish?  She is miserable, and wishes that to be sooner rather than later.  Poor disappearing mother.