My mother was my soul, my best friend to whom I told all my secrets. When we left her in a nursing home, I thought I would calm down. But I had panic attacks every day. We visited her every day and she would ask us where we have been for so long. At first everything was somewhat good, but when she started drinking therapy for this terrible disease she started to lose weight and lose weight. At night she worked problems, often got up, urinated everywhere, so they put diapers on her.
We brought her to us every weekend. She cried and said that a nurse had beaten her. When we told her to show us which one, she refused. We looked at the camera footage but found nothing and no traces were seen on it. We realized that was how she was trying to get back to us.
One night she fell and twisted her arm a little. They wrapped her arm but she kept taking off the bandage. We moved her to another home for the elderly. It was nice there, they sang and she had a famous person next to her, our neighbor.
But the nights were getting worse. The owner of a nursing home sent us pictures of our mother in extremely bad condition at night. She shouted, cursed, woke up all the other patients. We took her to a psychiatrist again and she suggested we take her to the hospital to adjust her therapy.
We were looking for the best hospital and on recommendation we placed it in one. Now I know that was our biggest mistake.
To be continued...
My surviving grandmother was recently diagnosed with Alzheimer's :( It breaks my heart to think of what she's going to go through.