Meanwhile, my sister (a Miami doctor) and her family were away on a cruise. Luckily, they were returning that very morning. I left messages on the ship (which apparently didn't get there), and on cell phones and they heard them upon landing and went straight to the hospital. She was there for almost 3 weeks, and I came down during that time.
While I was there, she moved to acute rehab at Mt. Sinai (in the former Miami Heart building, where my father had practiced), and a few weeks later to subacute rehab at Douglas Gardens. I visited her there less than 2 weeks ago. We all liked this facility, and were hoping she could continue there after Medicare's coverage ended (there was a long waiting list, so this was uncertain). She would need a lot of help (she was not making much progress in physical and occupational therapy) and we were prepared to drain her life's savings to get the best possible care.
Before that became an issue, she died. Early last night, the nurse called my sister, saying my mother didn't look good. She had been having trouble breathing over the last few days. They recommended taking her to Mt. Sinai, but before they could move her, she just stopped breathing. So sudden and sad. But she did not have a good quality of life to look forward to, so perhaps it's better this way.
Here's the obit.