

My mom died of Alzheimer’s, but she also had bad rheumatoid arthritis and some other stuff. When she just didn’t know who we were, it was one thing, but when every day she woke up in pain, had to have her diapers changed by “strangers,” couldn’t swallow solid food, etc., I just didn’t understand why my siblings wanted to keep her on the medication that slowed the progress of the Alzheimer’s. I finally had my brother stay with her over a weekend, and afterwards he was like, “Oh, she’s having a miserable life, what are we doing?” We stopped the medication soon after, and she died a few months later.



Hips on B look wider, so I’ll go with that. Not sure what that separation below the rib cage is for.