My mother, Helen, lived at Collingwood for over a decade because of her Parkinson’s disease.
As she began to further physically decline she transitioned to palliative and hospice care there. My mother’s increasing limitations and tremors were upsetting to us. We couldn’t always agree with what the right things were to do but the social workers and nurses helped us work through it and find common ground as a family.
Unless you have know someone with Parkinson’s you have no idea what a terrible disease it is. It leads to total dependence on others. My mother always took such great pride in her appearance and her nursing aides always went the extra step to help her maintain her personal grooming and hygiene. They were always so tender and caring.
The staff at Collingswood did everything they could to bring the highest quality of life to my mother. One day I walked into her room and a harpist was playing for her. She enjoyed having a massage. Physicians and nurses managed my mother’s pain medications so that she could be comfortable but also alert when she had visitors.
I cannot adequately describe what it meant to our family to know that our mother’s every need was being met. When she passed away our family felt prepared as much as we could be and grateful for the time we were able to spend with her at the end with Collingswood’s support.