The sleepless night is behind us ... we have an hour's drive to the hospital, to our mother. We are scared, we don't know what awaits us when we see her. Will she recognize us, is she okay, a hundred questions are running through heads.
We finally enter a large room with 6 beds. I look at those poor disfigured faces, the faces of women who are someone's mothers, grandmothers, sisters, faces who look at you and call you by some names thinking that you are someone of theirs.
We also see our mother, she has her back turned but we hear her talking ... with someone who knows who, only she knows that. When she saw us she started crying saying that she was beaten and pulled her hair. We don't see any traces, we ask with the doctor about it, but the doctor tells us that this is the disease and that these are hallucinations.
Mother's lips are dry, we give her water, we feed her because we are afraid that she did not want to eat. If we had known everything we know now, we would have taken her home immediately.
We patiently went to her every day, fed her, applied creams to her body, and then after a few days we realized that it wasn't so great in that hospital. Those nurses didn't really take care of those poor women. If they didn't want to if they shouted or were louder they would get a pill that would make their tongue numb. We insisted that our mother be discharged from the hospital.
The last day before discharge from the hospital, we noticed something on her mother's buttocks. Although she had diapers, something made us look at the condition because she was still lying on her back all the time. We were shocked. Wounds from lying ?? It can't be worse ... We reacted immediately and went to her doctor to explain what was happening.
The doctor, like us, was surprised when she saw those wounds. We insisted that we drive her home. The doctor said that she needed to have a blood test first and then she would be discharged.
Two days after that, the ambulance finally brings our mother to the nursing home where the mother had been until then.
The new year is approaching and the first new year that our mother will not welcome with us. She has become immobile, she almost doesn't recognize us, she refuses food, she constantly calls her dead mother, father, brother, sister ....
And the wound has spread and is getting bigger. The nurses take very good care of her but unfortunately that is not enough.
To be continued......
A terrible story is hard to read, let alone survive.