She's not ready to make decision

It is such a beautiful day today. The sun is shining. The breeze is warm and comfortably heavy. The air smells delicious. It is the perfect day to go out and traipse through the woods. A trip to an orchard for some fresh apple cider followed by a wienie roast complete with flaming marshmallows would top off my fantasy day.
None of that is to be. The phone rang repeatedly last week. The blisters on Mom’s leg had burst and needed attention. Her home health aide called with a report. I had talked to the visiting nurse a day or two before and had been assured that everything was fine. Since the health aide was there and I wasn’t, I took her word for it that Mom needed additional care. Multiple phone calls later, the visiting nurse called and said Mom needed to see the doctor immediately if possible and by no later than the next day.
By this time I couldn’t have gotten her to the doctor before they closed even if I had broken every speed limit there was. I called my brother, David, and explained what was happening. He took her to the doctor, who determined Mom needed more care than he could provide. She was admitted to the hospital later that evening.
After oodles of tests and intravenous antibiotics, the doctor has now determined that she can once again leave the safety of the hospital. The question is, where should she go? The last time she was admitted to a nursing home, she almost died. She was put in a chair and told not to move. She could barely walk by the time they released her. She had picked up an infection that very nearly resulted in amputation. So you can understand why I really don’t want a repeat of that experience.
Plus, like many if not most people, she doesn’t want to go to a nursing home. I know I certainly don’t want to spend my last days in one. I don’t think she is near her last days just yet, but all these hospitalizations have me worried.
When she was released after her recent heart attack, she was home for only a few days before being readmitted to the hospital with an infection in her leg. At least she can still walk.
I have communicated my reasons and choices to her doctors. My brothers have yet to weigh in on the matter even though one clearly disagrees with me and the other is undecided. So now it is a waiting game.
I feel woefully unprepared to make these decisions. I am overwhelmed. I could use several classes in elder care and doctor speak. How do I do everything my loved ones need me to do yet still maintain my own health and home? How do I choose between options when all the options are fraught with problems and perhaps peril?
I hate this whole process of watching my mother grow ever more dependent. I miss the fiery haired Valkyrie she used to be and I want her back.
But life doesn’t work that way. We all get old, if we are lucky. Bodies age and fall apart. All those chocolate bars and other bad habits take their toll. We do the best we can, with the knowledge and abilities we have and trust God to take care of the rest.
I long to write a happy column, one that makes you laugh. Unfortunately, my mind is filled with doubt, uncertainty and worry. I will try to enjoy this beautiful fall day before heading back into the fray of healthcare decisions. I will do my best to take a moment to feel the sun on my shoulders and breathe in the peaceful aroma of autumn.