I am thankful that Mom can start rehab because her hip is healing well. So her prognosis is better than I expected.
The bad news is that because of her AD, she will never go home again -- we will have to find a nursing home for her for the rest of her life (because finding private 24/7 care is just impractical to manage if those managing it have jobs that would be in jeopardy if a caregiver gets ill, not to mention the cost of 24/7 care which most people charge more than minimum wage for), find a realtor to sell her house, and organize an estate sale to sell most of her possessions.
Alzheimer's stinks. Mom is otherwise healthy. I have learned a lot --Alzheimer's is more than memory loss -- it makes a person dysfunctional -- they lose their cognitive skills - can't folllow instructions -- can't concentrate enough to even watch TV or read -- can't even carry on a conversation -- they don't care about their family's problems, but more disturbing is that they are oblivious to their own bleak situation. Maybe that's a blessing in disguise.
In one of Mom's more lucid moments at Dr. Hart's office a few months ago(Steele Mama, do you know him -- internal medicine at Papp Clinic at Thomas Crossroads?) , she asked him, "When I get to the point where I have to go into a nursing home, will I know it?" He smiled and kindly said, "Thankfully, not." I had no idea that would be the case. But that is the case now.