Mother has been offered a room at our first choice nursing home from the middle of next week.
Mixed feelings? You bet.
Naturally, I am pleased that Mother will now leave hospital. But it’s a big difference from returning to her flat.
I like what I’ve seen of the home. It’s just a bit difficult to adapt. And if it’s difficult for me, how will it be for Mother?
Tomorrow I’m going there with her favourite picture, a Percy Henry print, and a few family photos so that when she moves there will be some viual signifiers that this is home.
The furniture will have to wait a little while.
Keep your fingers crossed for her please.