I enjoyed a 4-day weekend by taking Monday off which was followed by Veterans' Day. I spent the time starting to get the house cleaned up for Thanksgiving and the wedding. My mom is a clean-freak so I wanted to get the place presentable. I also went to Costco and picked up a pork tenderloin because that is my family's ultimate comfort food. Every time I go home mom makes a big batch of breaded pork tenderloin. I thought I would impress her by cooking it for her when she arrived on the 24th. And then I got the phone call.
It seems that mom went to church on Monday to help out. Afterwards she went to a nearby supermarket to get milk. As she stepped out of the car, she tripped over a speed bump and fell hard. She was helped back to her feet and the tough old Pollack got her milk. She went home, climbed the stairs to the apartment, and then called her brother to take her to the hospital because she was in pain. It turned out that she had broken her pelvis. *facepaws* So it's pretty safe to say that she won't be coming to the wedding. This might be the straw that breaks the camel's back (pun intended). She just turned 88 and refuses to slow down. Now she might be forced to. I have been wanting to get her into some sort of assisted living for some time, but she wants to stay in her own home. This is the dilemma being faced by a LOT of "kids" these days. Of course there is the option of having someone stay with her, but then she has to deal with having a "stranger" in the house. As I have been hinting as of late, I would retire early in a heartbeat to help her out, but the earliest that would work would be the end of 2016. No, I think the best option would be to get her into her own apartment where she could interact with other people and have opportunities to do activities. Other seniors do it and live happy lives. I might head out to Chicago after the wedding and spend a few weeks visiting her and checking out places. It might be time I put my paw down and just tell her that this is the way things need to be. More and more of her friends keep dying off or becoming housebound themselves. There's less and less keeping her in that old house and that old neighborhood.