By Steve Moran

I started this article as a stream of consciousness a few days ago …

It is 10:30 Friday morning. I am on my fourth day of COVID, my 91-year-old stepfather is on his sixth day of COVID in the hospital.

The hospital wants him out. He wants out.

He is confused and frustrated and alone. He wants to come home.

I am not sure I can safely care for him at home.

I can’t figure it out. I want to cry …

They are planning on sending him to a nursing home today or tomorrow and that horrifies me.

He is confused but wants to come home … but it’s not what’s best for him or best for my wife and me … or maybe it is what’s best for him.

I can’t figure it out.

I need someone to tell me what to do, to show me the way.

I am an expert, so I thought, so you thought … I am so in over my head.

I am talking to an assisted living community, but I am not sure if they will take him still testing positive; I am not sure how much money it will cost.

I am overwhelmed with guilt.

It’s Been a Week Now

It has been a little over a week now, and I am a senior living consumer and family caregiver. He is in memory care, though I am not sure it is where he should be. He has serious cognitive challenges but can do all his own self-care and can carry on meaningful conversations … though he won’t remember them 30 minutes later.

His fellow travelers in memory care are much less verbal, much less conversational. I am afraid they are accelerating his decline. I am going to need to address it with the community, going to need to advocate for him.

So far, they have him in the community … a room filled, a paying resident. It seems enough for them, but it is not enough for me or for him. I need more help, more expertise, more guidance.

My guilt has never been rational. I know that if I were advising someone else in similar circumstances I would be telling them (telling me) they are doing the right thing. The guilt is subsiding but will likely always remain.