I haven’t talked about my mom in a while, mostly because she is still in the New Jersey nursing home – something which keeps me up at night considering what the Wuhan Virus has done – but also because everything has been fairly stable. Yes, she is still in the throes of dementia – like her mother before her – but everything was fine.
That changed last week.
Apparently mom fell at some point and either didn’t tell the staff or… forgot. My sister went to see her and her knee was swollen, so naturally she went ballistic. The home took mom to the hospital, and after looking at the leg and taking x-rays, they decided she was fine.
My sister is a nurse, and knew immediately everything was not fine, so she had the home take her to another hospital. The docs there said something to the effect of, “I don’t want to sound unprofessional, but there is no way the other hospital could have missed this injury. Your mother’s hip is broken.”
Are. You. F**king. Kidding. Me?
After more tests, the surgeon determined mom would need a partial hip replacement, which I guess is better than a full replacement. My sister called me and asked what she should do. Mom will be 75 in November, she’s dealing with progressive dementia, and has been beset with health problems for the last decade. On the other hand, we can’t let her live the rest of her life with that pain.
I suggested the replacement was worth the risk of surgery. My sister agreed.
Obviously the rehab would be trying, especially with mom’s state, but what else can we do? She fell once already. What would happen if we said no to the surgery?
Anyway, it’s going to be a long and painful recovery for mom, so if you can send a prayer or two toward the Big Man Upstairs, I would appreciate it.