Hello, my name is Natacha, and welcome to Lamercie Health Care! My hope is that from visiting this website or by giving us a call, you will leave with more information than you came in with regarding community-based alternative solutions. I would also like to share our story with you to help you understand why I founded Lamercie Health Care, its purpose, and how we may be able to help you or someone you know and love.
This is our story….
In 2007, while I was stationed in Georgia, I received a call from my sister in New York that our mother, who lived alone in Florida, had not been heard from in a several days. This was unusual as my sister spoke to our several times per day.
My sister also informed me that our brother in Pennsylvania had already reached out our mother’s closest friends and neighbors, who found nothing unusual when they visited her home, aside from her not answering the doorbell or knock at the door.
Hearing all of this, I immediately called the police in the county my mother resided. I explained the situation that my mother had not been from heard or seen in several days. I was told that a police officer would be dispatched to do a welfare check and return my call.
A police officer called me back a short while later. He said that he was at my mother’s property but there was nothing that indicated anything was wrong. I pleaded with the officer to find a way into the house, and reluctantly he agreed. He said he would call me back…
After what seemed like an eternity, the call came back from the police officer – my mother had been found on the floor of her laundry room, alive, but not in a good condition. He gave me the location to where the ambulance was taking her, and I thanked him for his help. I then began to make the dreaded calls to my siblings.
We eventually calculated that our mother was on the floor for 3 days and 3 nights, alone, and without food or water…
After a series of tests, my mother was diagnosed with late-staged brain cancer at the tender age of 64. From the moment of her diagnoses, I knew the course of my life had changed, and that she would never be the same.
I separated from the military and moved to Florida to be at my mother’s side. I had no idea of how I was going to care for her, but I knew I had to be with her.
At the hospital, a social worker advised that my mother had to be transferred to a nursing home. I was completely out of my element. I was not given any other option. All I could do was hang on to the words of a social worker, whom I believed to be an expert.
My mother lived only a few months in the nursing home. She died 12 days after her 65th birthday. And she was never able to return home.
My mother’s name was Lamercie Delince.
Over ten years later, I still feel sadness and guilt that I could not give my mother a better quality of life at the end. Sadly, our story is not unique. People will decline through the aging process, forcing them to depend on their loved ones for support. The problem is that the majority of people are unaware of the community resources available to them – or where to find them… until it is too late.