Falling Off the Cliff: Moving My Mother Into Assisted Living
Deep down, we knew it would happen, but we didn't really have any other choice. It was no longer safe for my mother to continue to live alone in her senior-living apartment. She needed more care, more activities, more everything.
My sister and I were exhausted and we'd reached that tipping point, where if you don't take action, life could spiral out of control very quickly.
Even though we understood moving Mummy -- as we affectionately call her -- would take its toll, we knew it was the only decision that made sense. So, two months ago we began packing and moved Mummy across town into an assisted living facility.