Mother fell yesterday, somehow ended up under her glass coffee table and couldn't get out. She has two black eyes and carpet burns all over her face.

She looks like she was in a bar fight.

She used her "I've fallen and I can't get up" pendant to call the paramedics who took her to the hospital.

I don't understand why this horrible thing had to happen before my siblings came to an agreement that she can't go home and live alone.

I do understand why no one listens to me.

Now what? I have no idea. She has nowhere set up to go. They won't keep her in the hospital longer than is medically necessary. And in our conference call this afternoon, my siblings kept asking her what she wanted to do, going home having been taken off the table.

Her judgement has been shown to be poor and still they defer.

Don't get it. Unsure what I should do -- do I go now?

Predictably, my husband says no but I can't view his opinion as good advice. He didn't want me to go when my dad died. The only reason I was there was because I uncharacteristically dug in my heels and said "I'm going."

I just want to do the "right" thing, whatever that is.

Bidden or not bidden God is present.