So sorry to be a bit of a doom and gloom lately, but I just can't get over seeing our eldest sister May of 87 in a nursing home.She used to be such good fun until her husband passed away about 12 years ago and since then gradually went down hill with senile dimentia.
Apart from Dorrie and I she is the only one of eight sisters and one brother living. That is what's not so nice about being the youngest in a family, you gradually lose your brother and sisters.
Though it's a beautiful home May is in, she and all the other patients are sitting on chairs just staring vacantly. Not knowing what is happening around them.
May hardly recognises Dorrie and I and just keeps mumbling "I don't feel very well" and "I want to go home." She isn't eating or drinking hardly anything. It is so pathetic to see her. What has really upset me is, when one of the elderly women said to a carer. "I want to go home" and the carer said. Darling this is your home now. How awful to be told that. Surely she could have said, "When you are well you can go home."
This home is costing May's savings, £2,000 per month.
Her daughter and son wanted her to stay home and have 24 hour care but this would have cost a lot more.
May never smoked, hardly drank and never ate red meat. Her bodily health is fine, but who would want to live a long life just sitting staring vacantly day in and day out. I know I wouldn't.