The decision, to put their mother, into a nursing home here, translated…
Sending our mother into assisted living, that was, a decision that we all agreed on, after a long, hard, uphill battle with ourselves, and each other. Hiring a Taiwanese nurse cost a lot, but, there wouldn’t be any communication problems; it’s cheaper for the foreign nurse’s aides, but the language barrier is there, and, we’d also, needed to, remodel my mother’s house too, and, having a stranger living with her, she’ll, have great difficulties, adapting herself. We’d, argued over this matter a long time, worked really hard, to find, and we’d, finally, selected a nursing home, that all of us, can agree upon.
As my mother stayed in the nursing home a bit, those friends, and close relatives who’d visited her there, commented on how well she looked, and, she no longer called us, unfitting, and, all of us, children, finally, let go, of our worries of placing her into a home, we’re all, really, grateful.
Living in Taipei, I need to thank my younger siblings who live in Pingdong for everything, my younger brother retired early, and, started, making the healthy drinks for my mother, and, went with her to physical therapy, held conversations with her often, to FORCE her, who can no longer speak as fluently, to open her lips to answer his inquiries; my youngest sister who works as a school instructor was in charge of all the expenses, in the evenings, she’d, massaged my mother’s limbs, and body with lotion, to check if she was, swollen, or if there were, wounds on her; my second youngest sister got to the nursing home early and left there late, to help pick up my mother’s clothes that were dirty, get them cleaned, deliver the freshly done, the clean clothes for her to change into.
Whether it be the caretakers at the home, or the other elderly residents, they all commented, “Your mom is so blessed, you all would come often to visit”. The elderly woman had six children, but, she only gets visitors on the holidays, my youngest sister felt bad for her, and, would help rub her hands and feet, she’d often cried, out of gratitude; even the security guard said, “your mother’s visiting records are, the thickest, for someone else, s/he couldn’t, even fill up a sheet, your families’ records are enough, to be, put into, a volume now.”
From this, you can see, how my younger siblings visited my mother so often, and the high-speed rail systems, is the shortcut I took, to visiting my mother at the home, because I wanted my mother who’d started, hanging her head down because of a stroke, to feel the love from all of her children, that we’d not, abandoned her in the home, that we’d, wanted her, to get the best care possible.
So, despite how busy you all are, you’d, always, made the time, to visit your own mother at the nursing home she’s, staying in. And, this is, coming from the children who’d, upheld, their filial piety responsibilities, they loved their mother, and, even though, she’s now, placed in an elderly care home, they’d not, stopped visiting her regularly, and let the caretaking responsibilities, fall, solely, on the staff members at the homes.