Yes, Yes, That Is The Plan

So, it seems Aunt Helen is functioning better than was previously communicated. She showers, dresses and grooms herself. She wears Depends and tends to herself in the bathroom. In essence, she just needs a caregiver to be a companion, serve her meals, remind her to eat, remind her to take her medicine, etc. Kind of like Dad, but with a brain tumor. Cousin M and Cousin B now think Aunt Helen could fly down by herself and stay with mom for ten days.

Evidently, Mom gave Cousin M a pretty heavy dose of guilt and manipulation. Cousin M wants to make sure: a) I can pick Aunt Helen up at the airport, and b) there is help for Mom. I told her there were good caregivers around and that I could make some calls, but that Mom and Dad don't want help. I'm pretty certain Mom will do this the way she wants to do it. Period.