There's no telling how long he'll be there--each patient learns at their own pace, but doctors say he's already ahead of the curve. (Remember that whole walking-the-day-after-surgery thing? Go Dad!) As hard as it is to know that my dad has to "live" in a hospital setting for an unknown amount of time, my family and I feel confident he's in the right place.
Prior to his relocation, my mom and I toured a few different clinics, acting as eyes and ears for my dad. For confidentiality purposes, I wont name where he's at, but I can tell you this facility offers a small, intimate, home-like setting. Each patient has their own room, but communal dining is encouraged. The idea is for patients to build strong relationships with each other, and share in all daily triumphs, not just their own. Mom and I loved that and walked away with really positive vibes. Things only got better the day we checked Dad in.
In addition to 'round-the-clock nursing care, we learned Dad will also get a little help from a new friend. Her name is Maya, and she's the therapy dog who visits the clinic two times each week. Dad has already taken quite a liking to her, and said he's looking forward to seeing her again on Friday.
And that's not all. I'm back in Maryland now--which means I'm 1,500 miles away. Dad and I have always communicated primarily via phone calls, but for something like this, I decided that isn't good enough. So, Cliff and I got Dad his very own laptop. We've taught him about gmail, youtube, and instant messaging. Most importantly, we taught him how to video chat! It was a lot for him to take in in just 24 hours, but he learned quickly!