I’m Not Staying Here, Take Me Home
Wow. What a day. Mom was discharged with a great bill of health. Great . . . The paper work had not yet been processed for the assisted living. Mom didn’t have to go to a rehab center as had been speculated earlier. She was discharged. And it was up to me to drive her away from the hospital. It was disheartening as I watched the nurses wheel her to the curb and load her into my car. Less than nine years before, I had given birth to Jenna. And it was mom who was driving while the nurses wheeled me out and loaded me up. It still brings tears to my eyes when I think about it. I absolutely HATE this role reversal thing. So I take her to the house where she has lived for th...