We had a tour of Crossroads Hospice today. Cinda is in town, so it’s great that she was able to be a part of that. Mom of course wants to move in right away. We don’t think she’s ready. It’s easier for her friends to visit her at home; it’s certainly easier for me to see her if she’s at home. She forgets that people go to hospice to die. The people who mill about there are either staff, or they’re people who are grieving because they’re visiting their loved ones who are also dying. This is not a place where there will be lots of people there to hang out with her.
The Palliative Care Team is amazing. We have home care workers coming in twice a day, at 7am and 7pm, to wash mom and get her ready for the day/for bed. The nurses come and check in, or they call. There is a palliative specialist doctor, who is very compassionate. She has pointed out that mom has been Type 2 diabetic, and that accounts for mom’s frequent drinking and urination. Her blood sugar levels are through the roof. I now have to administer insulin.