08/03/2022
In September 2019 my father passed away just days before his 85th birthday. My parents were high school sweethearts. For the first time in the life of my mother, she was alone. In an effort to find company, she’d try to admit herself, repeatedly, into the hospital. We, her children, talked with her to determine how we can help her. She didn’t want to live with any of us. There’s an assisted living seniors residence in her town. She looked over and decided to stay. She likes it there. She’s made a lot of new friends comments on how nice the people and staff are. She loves that the location is in her home town.
She doesn’t cook anymore. There’s a kitchen staff that makes breakfast, lunch, and super served in the dining room and everyone enjoys. My mom often comments on how good the food is.
She also comments on how she’s gained over 20 lbs since she arrived.
She’s now taking a pharmaceutical load of pills each day, pills for cholesterol, pills for diabetes, pills for mini strokes, pills for the rash on her legs. I ask her if she knows what these pills are all about and she said she has no idea. She just takes them in trust because they give them to her. She moves and walks like an old lady now with her walker and shuffling feet. There is no hop, skip or, jump anymore.
Is it for the loss of her life companion that she declines? Is it for the natural of aging that she declines? Or is it the change of diet, eating institutional foods instead of homemade foods that she declines?