i currently reside @FVM , i feel safe cared for, an example , kitchen staff k my alergies, they had orange marmalade, oatmeal with cinnamon & brown sugar, because they know what i like! read more

This visit made me feel more comfortable than past visits. I experience high anxiety when I have to visit my grandmother (JMM) because I am afraid of her being mistreated since she is blind, can't move, and just laying in the bed. Grace House is usually clean and doesn't have a bad smell when I visit. A couple of years ago, I went in and asked for her room. A couple of nurses scurried around and told us to wait, that they were just getting ready to clean her up. That was not acceptable. I followed them and stood outside the door. My grandmother smelled awful and had severe bed sores on her body. This visit, she looked a lot better and feel that they were taking better care of her. If I lived closer I would visit more often. When a loved one is in the care of others, on a daily basis, they should be taken care of as if it were their own family. I may not see how she is being taken care of but I know someone who sees everything. He knows how people treat others. I pray they are taking care of her and everyone else very well. read more

My sisters just put my Mom here. I am not pleased at all with this "home". It stinks like a zoo! The people are just wandering around aimlessly lost, muttering to themselves, or they are just sitting sadly staring into space. There are some folks here who seem like they should be in a mental hospital, as they are tugging at things on their body that is not there. I do not feel good about my Mom being here alone, with nobody to protect her, nobody to look after her. Yeah, there are nurses, but they were hard to find, and I had to go find them down several different hallways. My Mom would not have made it that far, nor would she have known to go look for someone. She would have been looking for her husband of over 30 years. Not a nurse or CNA. There are people laying in chairs moaning, people in their rooms hollering for help or attention. I took my Mom some new blankets, and when we were making the bed, I noticed the sheets were gross. I just don't know if it was MOM's gross, ya know? So I made the nurse change the sheet, and when she pulled the sheet off, the mattress cover was horrible smelling and stained, too. I made them take it off to wash, and I'm glad I did, because when they removed the mattress cover, the mattress itself was grotesque! It was lumpy, stained, torn, and smelled horrendous! They got her a new mattress when I mentioned I was "going to make a few calls" about this situation, and they put new sheets on her bed, then my Dad and I made her bed up for her. They have these people so doped up on so many drugs, they don't even know their own names, much less anything else. HOW DO YOU PEOPLE LIVE WITH YOURSELVES KNOWING YOUR LOVED ONES ARE LIVING IN THIS HELL????????? I'm fighting everyone to get my Mom out of there and bring her home with me. I will NOT stop fighting until either I'm dead, or Mom is. But she didn't abandon me when I needed someone to fight for me, and I'll be damned if I abandon her! Y'all better get ready for a hella battle! #NotTheMama read more