Worried about mom

Wednesday, October 9, 2019
Mom was being fed by Remy when I arrived.  Mom looked so pained.  I felt awful.  Remy got an aide to help and we pulled her up in the wheelchair.  After that, she looked better or so I told myself.  The aide pulled mom up by her pants because we didn't want to touch her legs.  I would have.  Poor mom.  I cried.  Tears were running.  I felt so bad for mom.  I wonder if I am doing the right thing.  Maybe I shouldn't be interfering.  Maybe I am just prolonging her agony.
Remy offered to give mom pain medication, but then she wouldn't be able to eat.
Mom ate a bit.
Donna was really her enjoying her tapioca pudding.  Jackie gave Donna her tapioca pudding as well.  I hope Donna will be okay.  Donna is not supposed to have dairy products.
Francesco flagged me down and asked me to make sure they kept his dinner for later.  I assured him that I would take care of it.
After dinner, I took her to the fish tank room and our usual place.  I tipped the wheelchair back to raise her legs and touched them, which she did not appreciate.  I put a towel between her knees. 
She ate all of my rice pudding and some banana.
The aide that is looking after the 104-year-old woman came by to let us know that her charge was going to Kiwanis in New Westminster.  I wonder if Kiwanis is any better than St. Michael's?  I wonder how I move mom to St. Michael's.