By Barbara Falconer Newhall, May 4, 2010
Well, last week I missed my Friday night 11:59 p.m. deadline for posting on this blog. The reason: My 92-year-old mom is still in a skilled nursing facility recovering from a broken hip.My brothers and I are stressing ourselves out trying to figure out what her next residence will be. Assisted living, great though it has been for the past couple of years, no longer suffices. She needs a memory support unit.
Driving home the other day from just one of countless visits to my mother at the hospital, I had to ask myself, why aren’t I writing about her? Naturally, I prefer to think about happier things — the elegant dinner Peter and his girlfriend Emily put together when they visited here in January.
But why, really, do I resist the topic of my mom and me? I’ve got plenty of time for self-examination on those drives back and forth to the hospital.
I’ll see if I can persuade myself to give the subject some thought and get back to you.
Read about my mom when she was younger and tougher in “Respect for Our Undeserving Elders.”