“This is where my dad will spend his final days.”
I looked at my dad lying in the hospital bed that had just arrived in my parent’s apartment (the lower level of my sister’s house). When Lisa and I were with him last month, helping him deal with the effects of a recent fall, the hospice nurse was adamant: “He’s done with the walker. Forever. He can only …
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