Things happen for reasons that we may never know, nor understand. On February 4, 2014, my sister, Molly, had a stroke. It left her paralyzed on her left side and unable to care for herself. Having been a fairly active, self-motivated, business owner, she kept an amazingly positive attitude for quite some time in the beginning. Losing most of one’s abilities will wear anyone down from time to time. Although there was some loss of cognitive ability, she has maintained a firm grasp on the here and now.
It took some time for recovery to take effect – nearly twelve months for sure. Her children, however, were less than prepared for their mother being stripped away so suddenly from them as the matriarch of the family. The events that have taken place since that fateful night will take some time to come out. Suffice it to say that I have learned many things about family units and the lessons that are passed down from one generation to the next.
Thankfully, I was raised believing that the family works together and protects each other from outside threats. I think that was further ingrained into me by the military. Esprit de corps and all that.
My sister called it “Circling the wagons”. When I discovered that my sister was not receiving the proper care that she deserved, I found it necessary to get involved to protect her rights and property,
This is the first post entry regarding what I have learned, expect to learn, and how I can benefit my future by what I am learning about the aging process and how seniors are being treated in our present society.
