I saw a skilled nursing facility last week. Actually, it's the rehab section of a facility It is home to long term care residents in their thirties, forties and and fifties Seeing it made it all so real to me. There were people who use power chairs, as I do, with various disabilities.The afternoon we visited, a jewelry vendor was there and residents were looking at what the vendor had to offer. The young woman giving us tour was upbeat. We're a lively bunch," she said. She went on talking about activities such as movie night and bridge games, I told her that I was a write and I spend the majority of my time on my computer. That books, writing and being able to still volunteer at my library were the things that mattered the most to me.
There was no carpeting on the floors, except the lobby.. Walking past rooms.you could smell the faint odor of urine I was told later that some residents can't flush or forget to flush the toilet. The room itself looked like a hospital room complete with hospital furnishings. I was told I could bring my furniture, everything except my bed. The bathroom had no door on it, just a curtain because it's easier for the staff when they are assisting residents. I was upset and depressed when I left the facility.
I have a little time left in my house. I pray a better option comes along. I will stay in my house until the last possible day. I don't want to run out of money, but I also don't want to give up a normal life any sooner than Is absolutely necessary .I appreciate my family's assistance over the past four years. It has been invaluable to me. I hope they will continue to support me.
We all face challenges in life. We must be strong enough to face them. We must give them "the best we have to give."