The nursing facility in PA called my sister T late yesterday and left a message that a bed has become available for my mom. On Monday, we took my mom to my Dr for a physical - she was so kind and patient with my mom and gave us so much information, answered all our questions, etc. But then the call came from the nursing home and we don't know how much of a window we have to bring mom there. I was hoping we could get all her medical stuff ironed out beforehand. I have to wait this morning until my sister speaks with the nursing home rep and then I guess we will have a dead end date. I also have to contact the bank in PA and have them close the account and forward me a check for the balances. Fun. I still haven't spoken with my sister M in PA but T has spoken with her via emails and M has been very condescending and hostile. (You may recall that I had to intervene and cancel the debit card on mom's accounts because my sister M was using them at a casino in PA!!!) On the one hand, I am relieved that everything is going smoothly now that we've taken over and that mom has the promise of a bed. But on the other hand, I have butterflies in my stomach as with mom going back to PA (until a bed opens here in CT), she will be back primarily in M's hands and I worry about that. M has a way of trying to make us out to be the bad guys and I wouldn't put it past her to tell my mom that it is us who put mom into the home and then blather on about how she wanted her to stay put in her home, etc. It's truly nauseating and infuriating! I am practicing my detachment skills in regards to my sister M because, after all, what else can I do? If I didn't detach from her and her 'stuff', I may just kill her. LOL. No, seriously, I might. I have all these memories zipping around in my head about my mom. You know, as you grow into an adult, you are able to have a better perspective about your parent's failures - and trust me, there are plenty. However, counseling helped me put most of them behind me and become me and the mother I wanted to be with my kids. And what's left are some pretty fun and happy memories of my lilfe as a kid growing up in suburbia Long Island. Anyway, I'm just feeling melancholy today and I'm sad that we only had her a couple of short weeks - she hadn't even settled in yet and now we have to give her up again.