This extreme shift in her personality was very confusing for me and my brother because we never knew what kind of a response we would get. I remember feeling like I was my Nana sometimes, and that she was me when I was younger. The tables had turned and now it was my turn to make Nana feel better. This task required a lot of time and work and after awhile, my parents didn't feel as though they were able to give all of the time that Nana needed. This is when they made the decision to send Nana to the nursing home near our house.
Many people say that a nursing home is the equivalent of a death sentence.
That's not something I wanted to nor want to believe. My parents had felt that this course of action would be more beneficial to my Nana. At the nursing home there would be staff on duty around the clock, devoting their time to the welfare of their patients. Plus, we went to visit Nana every day. These visits were usually very depressing.