Mom qualified for hospice last week. Frankly, I was surprised. She is weaker and now rarely opens her eyes or tries to talk, but she's still eating and drinking. I was even told mom's in late stage seven, but nowhere near end of life. (There are seven stages of Alzheimer's Disease.)
Nevertheless, hospice decided mom's last decline was dramatic enough to qualify her for their services. Immediately, mom got a better geri-chair and bed. She also now has more people caring for her. There are five people on mom's hospice team.
I'm glad for the extra eyes and help. But there's still no reason to believe we're nearer the end than we were a year ago. Since this is mom's second time on hospice, I know better. As the head nurse on mom's floor said, "Betty's like a cat with nine lives!"
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