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.
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.
Here’s an idea for every residential aging facility that struggles with ambient despair that masks itself as “activity indifference” (the resident spends her entire day in her room or a chair in the main lobby avoiding activities and other residents).