Diane Good
Jul 2026
Parts of this community are progressive and positive. Independent and Assisted Living areas are well recommended. However, my mother went there for rehab. She was placed in the skilled nursing unit where she was behind locked doors. At that point she was basically helpless, unable to move her arms and legs without help. She was only there from Friday afternoon until Monday morning, when she was taken into the hospital following an extremely traumatic event that happened to her in the skilled nursing area. We were not able to document what happened, although I did witness part of it, so there was no way to pursue action against Armour Oaks other than to file a complaint with the state. As the state investigator said, "There is no 'smoking gun'." They simply recorded what I had seen, but were unable to talk to my mother due to her trauma. The state interviewed the staff, but because those who knew what happened and might tell what they knew, also knew that doing so would probably cost them their jobs. Technically, Armour Oaks skilled nursing was not in violation of regulations, so they were not cited. However, because they were not technically cited, they were able to continue on as if nothing had happened. Be advised. I was there with my mother for most of the time she was there. I feel sorry for people dumped there for months with no advocate. If this happened on my watch, it can happen with your lived one, too.<br><br>Edit: My mother now lives with me and just celebrated her 100th birthday. It took months of counseling along with medication before her panic attacks stopped. It has only been within the last year that she started talking about what happened. She has been able to describe the man and what he did to her. To hear her describe the details of what that man did to her made my heart break. I was not contacted for a follow-up by anyone other than the individual from the state office that oversees licensing. He agreed with me as to why nobody on staff would say anything. Everyday I thank my lucky stars that she did not have to endure any more than what she did. But I was the one who sat with her night after night when she awoke in a panic and having trouble breathing as the memories came rushing back. She can now tell me in pretty good detail what actually happened and what the man looked like, and it was far from appropriate.






