Not really sure why I'm writing this, other than I'm scared, angry, worried, frustrated, and desperately grasping for answers/solutions.
My Mom is "only" 67, but she's been in rapidly deteriorating health in recent years, almost entirely resulting from her own actions/inactions. She suffered two heart attacks last year (after 50 straight years of smoking), which kept her out of work long enough that she was strongly encouraged to retire. I can't blame her employer, because they weren't going to be able to hold her job forever, and it was going to be quite some time (if ever) before she'd have the strength to start working again.
The loss of her job sent her into a deep depression, and though she had stopped drinking after the first heart attack (she had been drinking off and on - mostly on - for 40 years), living in relative isolation without the daily structure of a job to maintain her focus, she started drinking again without my knowledge. The reason she was so intent on hiding it from me, other than the fact that she's under doctor's orders not to drink, is because my father was an alcoholic his entire adult life (and probably well back into his teens) and quite literally drank himself to death at the ripe old age of 59. Another issue complicating things is she has diabetes, and alcohol is basically liquid sugar.
Obviously, having already seen one of my parents drink themselves to death, I desperately do not want to watch the other one do the exact same thing. But alcoholics tend not to think logically or even outside their own addiction-driven needs, so while she realizes this, it's not enough for her to make the necessary changes on her own. As I mentioned before, she lives alone and although I used to live around the corner from her after my divorce, I ended up moving in with my new wife about 30 miles away last summer (her kids are teenagers and too rooted in their hometown schools, etc. for them to move). Consequently, the only chance I have to see my Mom is when I visit her for lunch a few times each week (I work near where she lives), and when I bring my sons to see her on the alternating weekends they stay with me.
The reason I found out that she had started drinking again is that when I called her last Thursday at 11:30 a.m. to let her know I was on my way for one of my lunch visits, she told me that she'd fallen during the night and wanted me to take her to the hospital. As it turns out, the fall had taken place at 2:00 a.m. the night before and had knocked her unconscious for about an hour, at which time she crawled to the bedroom. Worst of all, because she's on blood thinning medication from the heart attacks, she scraped her arm when falling and bled profusely. When I arrived, her apartment looked like a crime scene. The amount of blood on her floor was horrifying. I asked repeatedly why she didn't call me when she fell, or at least sooner than waiting for me to call later that morning, but all she said was she didn't want to wake me up.
As it turns out, the reason she didn't want to call me was she was drunk and passed out, which is why she actually fell. She faceplanted and broke her nose, in addition to bruising her ribs, knees, and nearly every square inch of her face - including two nasty-looking black eyes. She didn't admit the drinking at the time, and I was too flustered to even suspect it, but my wife (who works at the hospital we took my Mom to) suggested having an alcohol screen run along with the other blood tests, and that revealed the painful truth. When my wife confronted her about it, she eventually (though not at first) admitted she's been drinking heavily for the past six months. How heavily? She goes through a gallon bottle of scotch every four days. How her liver is still functioning at all right now remains a mystery to me.
Today, she is being discharged from the hospital and transferred to an inpatient alcohol rehab facility. Neither me, my wife, my ex-wife, nor my in-laws think she should continue to live alone, much less ever set foot back into her apartment again. Unfortunately, her lease is not up until July and with her extremely limited Social Security income, she really doesn't have many other viable options even if she can somehow get out of that lease. The "home" I live in with my wife and her two kids is microscopically small and is basically a run-down old shack. My ex-wife will be getting married next summer, but she and my sons still live in a small apartment. There's really no family my Mom can live with, not even temporarily.
I am the only child of two only children, so not only do I have no siblings to help deal with this situation, but neither does my Mom. I honestly have no idea of how best to proceed. I'm going to start calling assisted living facilities today, in the hope I can find one near me that she can afford, but many look to have a lengthy waiting list. I'm not really asking for anyone to help or anything, outside of maybe sharing any suggestions or similar experiences. I'm nowhere near as prepared for this as I should be.
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