She is doing GREAT, though. Her head seems much clearer now that she is back on her meds, eating regularly (although I still can't get her to eat ENOUGH to keep her blood glucose levels from fluctuating so much), exercising to build strength before the surgery, and generally taking care of herself. I'm having to do less and less prompting her through every step and she seems more stable. I think we've put the fear of God (or of a nursing home) into her. The meds make her REALLY tired all day, but I think that can be handled through small adjustments, or additions of meds to fight it. She's trying really hard, and I'm proud of her. That's more the fight I remember from the widow who raised her only child by herself on a fixed income.
I'm still not letting her ever get behind the wheel of a car again.
Anyone want a really banged up 1986 Elantra? It was kept pristine for years until sold to an elderly woman with vascular dementia who was terrified to drive in the first place!!! :)