Quick recap -
My Dad broke his hip last November, 2 weeks after my Mom died. He had surgery and 2 months in recovery at a nursing home, went home in January and had Home Health Aides 24 hours a day until about mid April and then just 12 hours a day for a while and then 8 hours a day until August 1st.
He worked very hard at his physical therapy, progressing from a walker to a cane which he only used around his apartment, he felt more secure with his walker if he left his home.
Update -
He's now 86. In July he asked DH and I to come and help him try out driving his car. It had been sitting in his condo parking garage since his accident and he wanted to see if he was strong enough to drive again. He had the garage attendants recharge the battery and he had reinstated his car insurance.
He did just fine with operating the car. His strength was back and he was adventurous enough to leave his complex and drive into the residential neighborhood. He was so proud of himself! He could quit paying for help and be independent again. He felt "recovered". I was concerned about him driving again, mostly because of the heavy traffic nearby.
On August 4th he drove to his bank, got cash for the month and then drove to the grocery store and did his shopping. He planned it all out ahead of time and managed well. When he got home he had a 2 wheeled cart for his groceries and he headed to the elevator. Before he got to the elevator he got tangled up between his walker and managing the cart with the groceries and he fell flat on his face, breaking his nose, cutting above his eye and scraping his hand.
The garage attendants helped him get up and get his groceries up to his apartment. He put his cold stuff away and then called my sister. She went right over and saw how much he was bleeding and called an ambulance.
When she called me I said I'd come right over but she said that I had handled the broken hip episode alone (she was out of town on vacation) and she'd cover this one. He wasn't admitted to the hospital so she took him to her house and he stayed overnight.
I saw him the next day and although he was bruised and bandaged he said he wasn't in pain and that he was anxious to go home. But he said that he doesn't want to drive again. It was a little too scary being out in traffic and if he can't manage to get groceries home then what's the use. He thought he could be independent until he was slapped in the face with a parking lot. Big wake up call.
So last week I looked into 3 Assisted Living places in my area and my sister looked at one in her area. She lives near Dad and would like to keep him in his familiar location. I'm 30 miles away. I would love to have him close by but I don't know if he'd seriously consider it. I learned a lot about what is offered, unit sizes and prices and social activities and dining. I was impressed and really liked 2 of them. The 3rd one is close, had a nice atmosphere and good sized units but was built in the 80's and looked very worn and tired.
So this afternoon Dad, my sister and I are meeting at the Assisted Living place that my sister toured last week. It's about 2 miles from where he lives now. He wants to learn about what his future (when he's older!) situation might be. My sister wants this to happen by the end of the year. I see some compromises coming!
I'm hoping that when he decides he's ready to downsize, simplify and make a move that he will consider moving to my area, but I'm not counting on it. The 2 options that I liked were lovely and he could probably save some money compared to what it will cost him in his current area. I would love to have easy access to seeing him frequently, bringing him to my house for visits and just having him in my life more.
My Dad broke his hip last November, 2 weeks after my Mom died. He had surgery and 2 months in recovery at a nursing home, went home in January and had Home Health Aides 24 hours a day until about mid April and then just 12 hours a day for a while and then 8 hours a day until August 1st.
He worked very hard at his physical therapy, progressing from a walker to a cane which he only used around his apartment, he felt more secure with his walker if he left his home.
Update -
He's now 86. In July he asked DH and I to come and help him try out driving his car. It had been sitting in his condo parking garage since his accident and he wanted to see if he was strong enough to drive again. He had the garage attendants recharge the battery and he had reinstated his car insurance.
He did just fine with operating the car. His strength was back and he was adventurous enough to leave his complex and drive into the residential neighborhood. He was so proud of himself! He could quit paying for help and be independent again. He felt "recovered". I was concerned about him driving again, mostly because of the heavy traffic nearby.
On August 4th he drove to his bank, got cash for the month and then drove to the grocery store and did his shopping. He planned it all out ahead of time and managed well. When he got home he had a 2 wheeled cart for his groceries and he headed to the elevator. Before he got to the elevator he got tangled up between his walker and managing the cart with the groceries and he fell flat on his face, breaking his nose, cutting above his eye and scraping his hand.
The garage attendants helped him get up and get his groceries up to his apartment. He put his cold stuff away and then called my sister. She went right over and saw how much he was bleeding and called an ambulance.
When she called me I said I'd come right over but she said that I had handled the broken hip episode alone (she was out of town on vacation) and she'd cover this one. He wasn't admitted to the hospital so she took him to her house and he stayed overnight.
I saw him the next day and although he was bruised and bandaged he said he wasn't in pain and that he was anxious to go home. But he said that he doesn't want to drive again. It was a little too scary being out in traffic and if he can't manage to get groceries home then what's the use. He thought he could be independent until he was slapped in the face with a parking lot. Big wake up call.
So last week I looked into 3 Assisted Living places in my area and my sister looked at one in her area. She lives near Dad and would like to keep him in his familiar location. I'm 30 miles away. I would love to have him close by but I don't know if he'd seriously consider it. I learned a lot about what is offered, unit sizes and prices and social activities and dining. I was impressed and really liked 2 of them. The 3rd one is close, had a nice atmosphere and good sized units but was built in the 80's and looked very worn and tired.
So this afternoon Dad, my sister and I are meeting at the Assisted Living place that my sister toured last week. It's about 2 miles from where he lives now. He wants to learn about what his future (when he's older!) situation might be. My sister wants this to happen by the end of the year. I see some compromises coming!
I'm hoping that when he decides he's ready to downsize, simplify and make a move that he will consider moving to my area, but I'm not counting on it. The 2 options that I liked were lovely and he could probably save some money compared to what it will cost him in his current area. I would love to have easy access to seeing him frequently, bringing him to my house for visits and just having him in my life more.