Where's the ‧Assisted' in Assisted Living?
When my mother-in-law, Eloise, finally agreed with her sons it was time to move into an assisted living facility (ALF) in New York City to be nearer to us, I felt a combination of excitement, anxiety, and something resembling having my chest colonized by hummingbirds. A sense of dread, perhaps, or maybe a visceral anticipation of what was to come.
Source: Caring for the Ages - Category: Health Management Authors: Ann D. Gross Tags: A Daughter-in-Law's Journal Source Type: news
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