Tough week

Nana Vel has been in the hospital all week and I've been back and forth every day to check on her. Every day I think she is going to be released, but it hasn't happened yet. I am taking her to a nursing home to recouperate until she can go back to her apartment, but I don't think she can live independetly much longer. It is really stressful to even think about the cost and stress of finding a new place for her with assistance. I don't even know where to begin or if she'll even want to do it.

I have to mention that the whole time in the hospital she has been setting her hair with three rollers. She told me today that she wanted to be ready to go to the nursing home and look decent. If you could only see her in a hospital bed, hospital gown, oxygen tube in, and two curlers on the sides of her head and one on the top. Then she tells me that she has been stashing the ensure that she is not drinking with her meals and putting them in with her clothes, also bags of potato chips for the kids. So, every day I have to "conceal" these goods she is saving and sneak them out for her. Those are the things I'll remember and laugh about hysterically. It's enough to keep me going...