Once I had the list of sub-acute facilities, my sister and I began our tours. We tried to keep open minds. We needed to make a good decision. It was imperative moms’ complex medical issues, all of them, were considered in her care. We had learned months ago that no matter how much research we did; no matter how good things looked or sounded, we would likely be disappointed. After several hours we had finally made a heart wrenching decision about moms’ placement. We were going to stall.
It was time to shift my worries to the reality we were facing if the second surgery didn't work. Was everybody reading my mind? “I really think this will help” the surgeon explained the procedure in more detail than I could possibly absorb. Much like moms spine, my mind was mush.