Yay for Mom!  She left on her golf outing this morning at about 7:45.  I think she putted on the green of the first three holes and just rode in the cart and observed her friends the rest of the day, however, she isn’t sure about the details;  she says maybe she only putted on one hole.  She went out with her golf buddies for lunch, and returned to the house at about 3:00.  She used the bathroom and hobbled to her chair where she crashed for two hours.   She has been reading the paper and watching the news for the last 2 hours, only wanted a bowl of cereal for supper, and now at 8 p.m., she is heading to bed.  I think she’ll sleep well tonight.

The retirement village tour has been canceled for the immediate future.  We need to figure out if Mom can live independently or if she needs assisted living.  She has several doctor appointments coming up, and we are hoping to glean some valuable info from the doctors.  I talked extensively to the Directors at the village today, and I think it’s time for a family meeting — with Mom included this time.   Tomorrow is the day.

We are going to use the “D” word.  We are going to be frank.  We are not going to argue or be unkind.  But we have been tip-toeing around this confusion dementia diagnosis long enough.  I’m not looking forward to it.  It will be a hard, heart-breaking meeting because we have to explain that she isn’t going back to her apartment.  We have a couple of options for her, but she won’t be a happy camper.   I don’t blame her.  It stinks.