I must be mad! How many times a day do I second guess my decision?! That decision being: to move back to Sydney, Australia to be close to family support, warm weather and better job prospects. Uprooting dad and myself from everything we know here; doctor's, medical support, friends, familiarity... and travelling thousands of miles across an ocean to another country. Giving up friends, a roof over my head, a vehicle to transport me around, etc is big enough for me, let alone he who has special medical needs. For me it can be an adventure. For him, it seems mad!
To move dad into a care home is tough for a number of reasons - who wants their parent to go into a home, even if it is the best thing for them on a number of levels. I think my biggest fear is losing the family home. No matter where you go in life, you have the family home to fall back on should times be tough. When your dad moves into care, that lifelong security is gone. For a single woman, this is especially scary as now you really have to stand on your own. There's no fall back if you get sick, disabled, unemployed or any other crazy event life throws at you - and I know by now that life certainly likes it's twists and turns. So moving dad into a home has certainly taken a long time.
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