From an Oxycontin haze, I hear the death chant from a 90-something neighbor, three doors down the hall. The screams pierce every bone in my body and continues for hours.
After 14 years fighting to maintain some shred of autonomy and home in assisted living facilities in New York and Pennsylvania, Martin Bayne is being evicted from his current assisted living. His next stop will be an “indeterminate stay” at a short-term rehab facility in a local CCRC.
After 14 years fighting to maintain some shred of autonomy and home in assisted living facilities in New York and Pennsylvania, Martin Bayne is being evicted from his current home tomorrow with no alternative arrangement yet determined.
On February 4, 1974, the night Patty Hearst was kidnapped by the Symbionese Liberation Army, I was a 23-year-old Soto Zen Buddhist monastic novitiate, studying under the auspices of Reverend Master Jiyu Kennett, Roshi of Shasta Abbey, Mt. Shasta, California.
When my mother reached the age of 100, I had to place her in a nursing home.
Steve Moran, I secretly wonder how much of your enchantment with the nursing home sector is born of quid pro quo generosity.
Buoyed by astonishingly low expectations and a reimbursement system that literally pays them for making their patients sicker and weaker, nursing homes represent the one part of our health care system that has seen little substantive change in more than a half a century.
The second half of my working life stretches out in front of me and I no longer feel the need to censor my words and my deeds. I am a nursing home abolitionist and, going forward, I intend to act like one.
After twelve years living with Parkinson’s in an Assisted Living facility, I’d like to report that going toe-to-toe with death has become just another fact of life. But it hasn’t. In fact, the older I get (now 64), the more I dig in with all the tenacity I can muster to stave off what I know is natural and inevitable.
It’s 11:00 PM and I write these words on my iPad while sitting in my bed at the Phoebe Ministries nursing home/rehab complex in Allentown, Penn.
Martin Bayne transfered successfully to his new nursing home. The good news is he got a private room (probably the only one in the building). Otherwise, he reports the food is terrible and the atmosphere is worse.
Martin Bayne called me from the hospital today asking if ChangingAging would help him chronicle his journey of recovery as he transitions to a nursing home to regain adequate health and mobility to return to his home at Sacred Heart Assisted Living.