In response to the profound unhappiness that my mother was experiencing in her residence in aged care, before Christmas she took things into her own hands. Firstly, she asked me to make contact with other aged care places she had looked at to see where she was on the waiting list. No good news was forthcoming from this – she was still on the list… and waiting.
Mum had determined that she did not want to be in a place that was run under the profit motive, as her residence then was, as she blamed this for the low quality of care/low carer to resident ratio. As well, she wanted somewhere that was physically endowed with gardens and outdoor areas. As I was moving to Bundoora, proximity to me was also a factor. Continue reading “14 Trees”