Everything was orchestrated over the last twenty-four hours: the aides are in place, they received their protective gear. The main aide, who we call “Candy,” arrived at 9:00 am to meet with her supervising nurse. I allowed her access to the apartment so she could see what was going on: it was left a MESS by the previous aide. Candy started wiping things down and doing laundry. My mother arrived and cried with joy when she saw her main aide (who she has, on many occasions been verbally abusive to, but maybe that is part of the new normal: appreciation!)

My mother got right into bed, it is hard for her to speak. She didn’t need her oxygen this morning according to the hospital, but the need sneaks up on her. It is in the room and ready. As things continue to be set-up, they will hopefully calm down.

A hospice nurse is coming later to do an evaluation. I have arranged for 24-hour care, which means another 13 hours of coverage will be in place. Then another evaluation by the Long Term Care and hopefully, hopefully, they will cover the difference without the usual fight.

Thank you for all the wonderful comments and wishes. Now, I need you to please read an article which my friend, Nancy sent me this morning. This is what happened to my mother and it seems to be common among elderly sufferers of Covid.

“Seniors with Covid-19 show unusual symptoms, doctors say”

click here

Please be well!

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Part 1: And The Band Played On … a mother’s life, a daughter’s journey

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