Last Wednesday, my husband offered to visit my brother so I wouldn't have to go that night. It was a good thing too because I have been managing several hot issues/crises at work and I was really, really tired when I got home. In fact, I didn't even go work out, which I usually do every day.
That afternoon I got a wonderful phone message from my brother. My husband always has him call me on my husband's cell phone, and usually I am too busy to answer or I don't even it hear it ring because it is sitting in my purse, locked in a drawer.
But that day, I heard the message is little later. My brother was ebullient, telling me what a great day it was and how wonderful he felt, and that everything was "just wonderful". It made me feel really good about finding him a decent nursing home. I remembered how hard I struggled to create condidtions so that he could live independently, and then I reflected how living in a nursing home provides him with the social interaction he so rarely had in his earlier life, especially after he got to ill to work. He truly seems happier than I have seen him in a very, very long time. Although he often talks about how most of the patients are just "so out of it", I think he gets a lot out of interacting with the staff on a daily basis. It is a blessing that his mental disabilities allow him to not suffer from the drudgery and sadness of living in a nursing home.
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