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It's my grandmother I worry about most during this situation.
My grandfather passed six months ago, not long before this all began to unravel. Seventy years of marriage and living in the same house in Fairfield, watching acres of fields transform into acres of housing development.
In a wheelchair, unable to fully care for herself, and still mourning the loss of her husband, she isolated at home for two weeks knowing it could be the last time she's in that house. Her body may be failing her, but her mind is still sharp. Linda, Nan to me, and Nan Nan to my kids, is a resilient woman, always has been.
Newmarch House Nursing Home had a great reputation and the family was thrilled she had been accepted into a place that would bring her closer to the rest of her family and provide great care. We moved her into the facility where she was to isolate in her new room for a further two weeks.
On just her second day allowed to meet the other residents and participate in the daily activities, the COVID 19 outbreak within the facility began.
Back to isolation. For the foreseeable future.
Her daily interactions as positive notices surround her, as does the death toll, include meals being placed on a table by staff in full protective gear, and having her temperature and vitals observed four times daily. Still ok, still negative, its a daily anxiety-filled sigh of relief.
The family talks to her daily. But it must be lonely. And foreign-feeling.
I can't stand looking at social media any more and its sudden plethora of keyboard pandemic experts every time there's a new story on Newmarch House. It's that or people complaining of boredom. Bullshit. You have no idea.
But she's a resilient woman.
My grandfather passed six months ago, not long before this all began to unravel. Seventy years of marriage and living in the same house in Fairfield, watching acres of fields transform into acres of housing development.
In a wheelchair, unable to fully care for herself, and still mourning the loss of her husband, she isolated at home for two weeks knowing it could be the last time she's in that house. Her body may be failing her, but her mind is still sharp. Linda, Nan to me, and Nan Nan to my kids, is a resilient woman, always has been.
Newmarch House Nursing Home had a great reputation and the family was thrilled she had been accepted into a place that would bring her closer to the rest of her family and provide great care. We moved her into the facility where she was to isolate in her new room for a further two weeks.
On just her second day allowed to meet the other residents and participate in the daily activities, the COVID 19 outbreak within the facility began.
Back to isolation. For the foreseeable future.
Her daily interactions as positive notices surround her, as does the death toll, include meals being placed on a table by staff in full protective gear, and having her temperature and vitals observed four times daily. Still ok, still negative, its a daily anxiety-filled sigh of relief.
The family talks to her daily. But it must be lonely. And foreign-feeling.
I can't stand looking at social media any more and its sudden plethora of keyboard pandemic experts every time there's a new story on Newmarch House. It's that or people complaining of boredom. Bullshit. You have no idea.
But she's a resilient woman.