From Bad To Worse

MIL is in the hospital . . . again.  This makes the sixth time since the end of July.  This time it’s pneumonia and a touch of Congestive Heart Failure.  With an added dose of cognitive issues, severe nosebleeds, and a newly discovered allergy to Ativan.  
We had a nurse-assessor visit on Friday to determine options for extended care for her.  We were hoping for an in-home option or maybe an assisted living facility.  We didn’t get a chance to learn anything about any of the options.  MIL had an episode where she wasn’t getting enough oxygen and we needed to cut the assessment short and take her to the ER.
Five and a half hours later, we had a diagnosis of pneumonia and CHF and she was comfortably settled into her room.  
Yesterday she had severe nosebleed and they gave her Ativan to help with the anxiety of the nosebleed and the breathing issues she was having.  It was a very small dose of Ativan, but it kicked her butt.  She was zonked most of the day and when she woke up, she was not herself at all. 
She doesn’t remember why she’s there or how she got there. 
She doesn’t remember the nurses or doctors talking to her. 
And the hardest for us to deal with . . . she didn’t recognize Hubby yesterday. 
We knew this day was coming.  We’ve seen it on the horizon for a while.  We were dealing with the issues and making the necessary arrangements.  We thought we had more time.  
So now we’re dealing with a poor little lady who doesn’t know what’s going on.  Siblings that don’t want to face the reality of the situation and are questioning every decision Hubby is making.  (BTW, Hubby has full power of attorney to make the decisions as his siblings have never really been involved in MIL’s care.)  Grandchildren that appear to be unconcerned . . . I’m giving them the benefit of the doubt.  Hubby and I have a short time frame to make some very serious long term decisions.  And poor Hubby is being hit head on with his worst fear . . . the loss of his mother.  The horrible part is that he’s going to have to face that loss twice.  The loss of the Mother he knows and loves to whatever dementia issues that are going on and then the physical loss of his Mother when she does pass away.  
Yea, it’s been a rough weekend. 

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