An LDS perspective on moving from childless to childfree living.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Growing Old

My mom had total knee replacement surgery last Monday.  On Thursday, she was moved to a rehabilitation center that had been recommended to her by a friend; however, she had not visited it before hand.  Two hours after she arrived, she called me and told me she wanted to go home!  I asked what was wrong, and she just said she had a bad feeling there.  I went there that evening, and there were some problems:  light bulbs out, no TV remote, a filthy bathroom, no walker, unresponsive staff (not coming for longer than 5 minutes after pushing the call button), a very loud oxygen machine, and having had my mom sign a bunch of papers she was not coherent enough to understand.

I went to work advocating for her.  I did not leave that night until the bathroom was cleaned, and she had a way to walk to the bathroom and a TV remote.  My sister went on Friday morning and made arrangements to have her moved to another facility that my sister had visited.  My sister later made the comment to me that mom would be fine, but what about all the people in the first facility who did not have people to advocate for them and their care.

While who will care for me in old age does not run through my mind on a regular basis, when something like this happens, I do wonder, who will be there to advocate for me?

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