Today was the eighth visit by the Community Nurses, to check up on Mom, as well as on me.
It seems that ever since Mom’s rapid decline, back on November 4th, a whole new level of Government have taken over. It isn’t a bad thing either, least not so it seems. Yes, it is intrusive, but necessary, or at least feels like it is.
No, they aren’t administering medication, or dealing with the actual care either, but instead, are there to insure that I have the support I need, both medically, and emotionally. ¬†In some sense, it is a comfort, given that until now, the only real support I have had has been David and other friends.
Despite having twice daily visits from the Private Home Support Company, Beacon Community Services, this intrusion by the Government is far more professional, and welcomed.
Yes it is intrusive, I mean the visits aren’t rushed, and so far they are all different people showing up, but the bottom line is, they are here to help Mom. ¬†Something that has rested solely on myself, and David, so it does make for a welcome respite from the grind.
They have the supplies, are there to help with putting in the necessary mechanics, whether it be a butterfly for easy medicinal injections, or for arranging for a Hospital Bed. But more than that, they also provide someone to talk to.
These Nurses are professionals, they know their stuff, but more than that, they don’t push you. They dont lord it over you, and they make it seem more human. It is a relief, not a hinderance, or an annoyance.
When someone you love is dying, they are an anchor you can rely on, that helps let you deal with the reality, that Death is knocking, and you have no choice, but to let it in.