We have found a nursing home for my mom. I know that this is what we have to do, but it is hard. I am worried about how she will do here, but she's not doing well where she is, so maybe this will be better. I am trying to be hopeful. The last 5 or 6 days have been taken up with mom's care, with her falling several times this week at assisted living and every time it happens, either she has to go to the emergency room or we have to go up there and sign a paper declining an emergency room visit. It's made for a crazy week. Tomorrow, if things go well and all the paperwork is in order, we will move her. I looked at my two kids who live here last night and said "We may have to move grandma again on Friday and it might just be the three of us" and what did my wonderful kids say? "Ok." They didn't even say it with dread or whining. They are better people than I was when I was their age. I kind of hate that all this is happening right when my son is graduating from high school (last weekend) and turning 18 (this weekend) and he might actually have to be moving mom on Saturday, which is his birthday, but what can I do? Life is hard and adulthood, which he is on the verge of, is made up of things like this.