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My uncle had bought some kind of insurance that paid for up to 3 years at a memory care facility. He wound up at a super nice one with a 1 to 2 patient to worker ratio. There was a bit of concern about what to do if he lived past the three years, so they waited as long as possible to put him in. But he had some kind of fast-acting dementia and only lasted a year and a half.
My other uncle hit his head a couple times and had temporary stays in a medicare-supported memory care place that was like One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. We’d be there in the afternoon and there were still trays from lunch sitting around on counters. The staff were flat out mean to the patients even when we were around. I can’t imagine what it was like when no one was visiting.
I’m gonna Kevorkian it when I get that dementia diagnosis. I’ll do as many fun things as I can, but figure out when I need to do assisted suicide before I lose my faculties.
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