It was very stressful as my dad and I were learning about options for my mom and trying to decide where would be the best place for her to go after being released from the hospital. With help from doctors, nurses, therapists, and home care providers, my mom, dad, and I felt that a rehabilitation facility would provide what she needed. They would focus on helping her regain her strength while monitoring her medical condition. We chose a facility with an outstanding reputation. It took a while to hear if they would accept her or not. As her discharge drew near, my anxiety kicked in – What if they didn’t accept her? What if her condition was too bad? What if…..? I finally stopped and put it on God’s hands. I prayed that if it was God’s will for my mom to recover there, to please let us know soon. Within a few hours we got the answer that the facility had accepted her. My dad and I drove over to the place to take a look. The woman greeted us and knew all about my mom already. She took us on a tour which left us feeling very comfortable with the choice. We told my mom all about it. My mom was released from the hospital yesterday afternoon. I wish I could say it was a smooth transition. The girl from the transport company came early but did not have the right wheelchair. We waited close to an hour as she got that coordinated. We all tried to remain calm. That put us late getting to the rehab center – just at dinner time. The CNA met us in the room, quickly made meal arrangements, and gave us a packet of information. Then there was a shift change. We waited longer for the nurse to come. I kept wondering if we would be capable of taking care of her at home. Then I remembered my prayer and wisdom from good friends – you can’t second guess the decisions you make. The very caring nurse finally arrived with all of my mom’s info. Once we went through all of that and I got my questions answered, I felt better. Honestly it was very difficult to leave her, but I knew I had to trust that she was in good hands. When we visited today, my mom said she had a restless night and was exhausted. I talked to the nurse a bit who knew all about her. As the day went on and we chatted with more of the people, we all grew more comfortable. When my mom was awake, she was walking, moving around, and conversing more than she has in at least 10 days. It was encouraging to say the least. Exhale…

I Found God today being more encouraged and hopeful for my mom’s recovery.