My mother called me to announce she had a personal care attendant who comes for eight hours a week.
I had suggested that to her after her accident, but she was not interested. I knew from how she was during her visit here that she needed help maintaining sanitary conditions. She would start cooking and then leave things on the counter to go bad, too tired to complete the preparations. I was after her for months to get paperwork in, or have someone do the paperwork, or call for a social worker, a case worker, someone. She acted like she didn´t need one. In fact, when I gave up I did tell her, ¨Well, I guess you just don´t need one.¨ and she agreed.
I guess it had to be her idea.
Now someone else knows how she lives. I don´t have to worry anymore, and it is none of my business anymore- as my mother made clear it never was.