We all want one more morning…

My Mom. {{{{{{hugs on my mom that i am not allowed to do}}}}}}

My Mom.  She is amazing.  She has severe dementia and this Covid thing has made it worse.  Today (only because I have not yet gone to bed) is Saturday, and I believe that a lot of fast-moving parts are about to have to happen to all of us.  Orchestrated by me.  Because I have to.

I have spent all of Friday and Saturday doing internet and calling research and have found the path that I need to inquire into.  I have arranged with my sister and all of our children for a Zoom family meeting so that we can all get to the same page I am on.

Mom now needs full care (nursing home level) plus Memory Care and also we need to apply to get her on Medicaid.  We are lucky enough to have a tiny cash cushion for her due to an inherited natural gas royalty that we found out about a few years ago, so I also need to contact lawyers to see what we need to do about that.  (Please do not panic – we will buy those rights from her – most of the family are not idiots.)

Mom has been decribed to me as having “no initiation.” And also they are begging her to eat two bites per meal.

There is also the question of where she will live her final Covid-nursing-home days.  Here near me just north of Houston, or nearer to my sister in south Fort Worth?  Great question!  We will all give our opinions on Monday (or Tuesday) via zoom.

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