A different kind of home...

Aunt is coming home, as soon as we finish off preparing her bedroom. There is no point to her staying in the rehab home since she will NOT accept their help. She is abusive and combative. The administration is afraid for the safety of their staff, and of course her safety too. She still can’t walk so she will be bed ridden. I am in the process of looking for some kind of home care. She doesn’t have Medicare—for some reason. The cost of her care is coming out of pocket. She is not talking about her illness or anything related to it. They tried to get her to sign a Do not Resuscitate (DNR) order but she didn’t want any part of it. She wants to receive all possible treatment and be given her fair chance to life. Can't really balme her. The doctor does not want to put her through chemotherapy saying she is too weak but I know she is going to insist. I think about Pope John Paul suffering slowly... A soul leading a body… I think about my time, will I fight too? Whatever the case, our home life is about to change.