Published: August 14, 2008
FIVE years ago I promised my mother that I would never place her in a nursing home. She was 78 and showed no symptoms of Azheimer's or another dementia at the time. At her younger brother’s urging, she had bought a long-term health care policy, and the possibility of not being able to live on her own had reared its head. Back then, my mother lived next door to me in Southampton. She was in good health, a vibrant dresser who liked to walk the half-mile into town when the weather was good.
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