The transition from hospital to hospice has unfolded for Mom. Since it’s difficult to know exactly what she’s hearing and comprehending, because of the stroke, it’s also difficult to know if she has a sense for where she is. I told her both Thursday and yesterday about the coming move, but, again, it’s hard to tell what and how things are being heard.
Having said that, it seemed like maybe she was aware at some level. She was settled in at the new place, but there seemed to be a certain melancholy in her demeanor. It wasn’t fatigue, like she was nodding off to a short nap. It was more like disappointment and introspection, like perhaps she thought she was going back to her apartment and instead ended up in yet another unfamiliar place.
I don’t know. It’s hard to know for sure. But I wouldn’t be surprised, given her mental acuity up until the middle of April, if she has some idea of where she is, and what it means.
We’re hoping for a turnaround, that she may yet turn a corner on all this. But it’s best to be realistic.
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