That’s the lie I tell myself every day. I’m not fine. My mom is dying. I’m not trying to be over dramatic. It’s a fact. Since Memorial Day, she has had 5 falls. All of which have set her back in one way or another. She’s not orientated to her surroundings and can’t care for herself on her own anymore.
According to the nursing home she’s in now, they don’t think that she’s going to be able to return to assisted living. They think that she’ll need around the clock care. Currently, her bed is all the way on the floor with mattresses on either side of her so that she can’t fall and hurt herself.
I don’t know when the end will come, but it’s quickly approaching. She’ll be going on hospice soon. So the next time you ask me how I’m doing, and I tell you that I’m fine, I want you to know that I’m lying. Not because I want to lie, but because it’s easier than telling the truth.