PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox
When we were given tours of the rooms that were available, the director proudly showed off the few who had tubs.
“Just think of soaking in hot water and bubble bath when winter comes!” she gushed to my mother.
The tub, nutritious meals, and the view were the biggest selling points — and the price was affordable.
The tub got used for storage, as showers for residents were given. Each sat in the PVC throne and was sprayed down. The meals were skimpy, and residents’ dietary restrictions were ignored.
The view was nice – for six weeks.
I’d like to say it is fiction. It was very difficult to write. My mom passed away in June. The guilt is still eating me alive. Please please fully investigate any senior assisted living center or nursing home you are considering and don’t go by word of mouth alone (I was assured by two people who had opinions based on experience of having worked/visited there that it was a quality place; I also searched online ratings.) Volunteer or spend some time there anonymously.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the fun-loving host of Friday Fictioneers.