Living at The Cottages feels like home

At The Cottages, most of us are in our 90s, with the exception of one special lady turning 100.

Most of us use walkers or wheelchairs, but not her. It seems our legs are the first to go. They offer us exercise classes on weekdays to help us keep going strong.

Parkinson’s Disease seems to affect a larger percent of the 30 some residents here and at other assisted living sites.

My middle daughter, who is 66 and types my columns, has just been diagnosed with Parkinson’s, so I am getting more knowledgeable about it. It’s something you can live with. I have a cousin, who is 93, whom I visit at one of the other assisted living sites in town. She has had Parkinson’s for many years. She did well for a long time.

I was living in the apartments near here when I began to fall quite often. I had Life Line through the hospital, but my two daughters and I decided to check out The Cottages. We immediately jumped on one that was available. When my family moved my stuff in the little apartment, it looked just like the apartment I had been in. I was “home.”

I didn’t want to cook anymore. Meal time here finds the dining room full of walkers. We look forward to the fellowship, and we all sit at the same table with familiar folks for each meal. We keep up on each other’s activities.

Many of us can’t remember much of anything, and the memory care unit next door, which recently added on eight new apartments, is nearly full again. Most assisted living sites have waiting lists to get in.

The aging population is exploding with needs for more care facilities. Here we have folks who have had heart attacks, broken hips from falls, or married couples who can no longer take care of each other, etc.

Take me, for example. I am fortunate with only hypertension and I am a “fall risk,” thus my need for a walker.

That’s why I am here living at The Cottages — home sweet home.