Raise Your Voice
I went to see my mom today in that God awful place called a skilled nursing facility. I swear that most of the people in this place are only there to collect a check and I will be so glad when her two weeks there are done. I hate seeing her there and I hate seeing her in this condition. It seems like including the week she was in the hospital it is like she has changed from the vibrant person she used to be to a person that I don't recognize anymore sometimes. Today I had to become a big, huge loud voice for her. I didn't like some things and boy did I let them know it. While I was at this meeting with the director of the nurses, now I use that term loosely because at this place there are mostly CNA's not RN or LVN'S. The woman I met with was a nurse and she was the supervisor and this other woman was a supervisor of someone. I don't remember of who though. But, while I was voicing my opinion I think I channeled my grandmother who passed away about nine years ago.
Nana was a nurse, a LVN, and she worked at the hospital that my mom was in for a week. Nana worked there in the 50's and the 60's then she met my step grandfather and stopped working because he didn't like her working. She loved to work but she quit I think to please him. Even though she didn't work in a hospital anymore she was an advocate for us anytime we had to go to the hospital or even the doctor. She was always there telling us what to ask and she always made sure she knew what medications we were taking. If we couldn't speak for ourselves she would speak for us loudly and clearly and boldly in many cases. She was a no crap taking kind of woman. Especially when it came to the health of her family which she took very seriously.
So, today I felt her spirit in me. I felt the passion she had when she was alive and passed on to us. She taught us to stand up for ourselves and stand up for others when they couldn't stand up for themselves. She taught us to be the voice of the voiceless. She taught us to always try to do the right thing no matter what. Nana was small in stature but what she lacked in height she made up for in heart and spirit. She was a wise woman and I admired that about her and many other things.
Today was a hard day for me. It was harder then the rest of the days I have seen my mom sick. Today she almost looked unrecognizable, her body was the same but her spirit was fading rapidly. She was loosing her voice. The voice that she has inside of herself that tells her to fight, fight to get back on your feet, fight to get back home, just fight your way back to yourself. She has been through a lot in a short period of time and it is just not right to have to endure pain and suffering that you never had to because of the neglect of others.
I am praying and hoping that at the end of next week she comes home with some of her spirit left and with most of the fight left that she had just a couple of weeks ago. I told my sister some simple truths about how we got to this point and she got very quiet. Too quiet and in that moment of quietness I knew that she knew I was right. She didn't have to say it but we all know.
I know that there are a lot of good nursing homes in the world and a lot of good people working in them and to those people I give my respect to for caring for our sick mom's, dad's, cousins, brothers, sisters, sons and daughters and our loved ones as if they were their own family. I only wish that my mom could experience just a little of that at the place she is now. But, I will be her voice. I will fight for her as I know she has and would fight for me.
Nana was a nurse, a LVN, and she worked at the hospital that my mom was in for a week. Nana worked there in the 50's and the 60's then she met my step grandfather and stopped working because he didn't like her working. She loved to work but she quit I think to please him. Even though she didn't work in a hospital anymore she was an advocate for us anytime we had to go to the hospital or even the doctor. She was always there telling us what to ask and she always made sure she knew what medications we were taking. If we couldn't speak for ourselves she would speak for us loudly and clearly and boldly in many cases. She was a no crap taking kind of woman. Especially when it came to the health of her family which she took very seriously.
So, today I felt her spirit in me. I felt the passion she had when she was alive and passed on to us. She taught us to stand up for ourselves and stand up for others when they couldn't stand up for themselves. She taught us to be the voice of the voiceless. She taught us to always try to do the right thing no matter what. Nana was small in stature but what she lacked in height she made up for in heart and spirit. She was a wise woman and I admired that about her and many other things.
Today was a hard day for me. It was harder then the rest of the days I have seen my mom sick. Today she almost looked unrecognizable, her body was the same but her spirit was fading rapidly. She was loosing her voice. The voice that she has inside of herself that tells her to fight, fight to get back on your feet, fight to get back home, just fight your way back to yourself. She has been through a lot in a short period of time and it is just not right to have to endure pain and suffering that you never had to because of the neglect of others.
I am praying and hoping that at the end of next week she comes home with some of her spirit left and with most of the fight left that she had just a couple of weeks ago. I told my sister some simple truths about how we got to this point and she got very quiet. Too quiet and in that moment of quietness I knew that she knew I was right. She didn't have to say it but we all know.
I know that there are a lot of good nursing homes in the world and a lot of good people working in them and to those people I give my respect to for caring for our sick mom's, dad's, cousins, brothers, sisters, sons and daughters and our loved ones as if they were their own family. I only wish that my mom could experience just a little of that at the place she is now. But, I will be her voice. I will fight for her as I know she has and would fight for me.
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