But we had a doctor threatening with elder abuse if we didn't. My Mom had Alzheimers, and my Dad had a stroke several years earlier, unable to move on right side. They had someone coming in once a week, and since I was still in Calif then, my brother traveled 100 miles round trip every other day to go check on them.
The facility was new, very nice, they had adjoining rooms, but my Dad was miserable. He wanted to go home. A couple months after moving in, he passed away. My Mom lasted several years, and until she became really paranoid, liked the socializing.
I'm not going anywhere. I have my farm, and my animals, my gardens, and my woods. I am extremely active at 64 years, and can still heft a 50 pound bale of hay pretty easily.
I say--good for you, CTyankee! You go, girl!
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