Gosh -- just the premise of the title alone -- really makes me think about what happened to my Grandma back in late 2016-2017.
I won't go into details, but suffice to say, either we got her into the nursing home at the exact right time where she absolutely needed it, or they started over-medicating her right away. Once she stepped foot through those doors, she was never the same again.
Her admittance coincided with the hospitalization and subsequent death of my Grandpa, who was her primary caregiver at the age of 92 (WWII veteran and atomic engineer, btw - smartest guy I ever knew).
Long story short, we started off getting them a two-person room where they were supposed to reunite once my Grandpa was checked out (a room which my Grandpa never made it to). Within a month, we had to move her into a one-person room. She never put two and two together (they were married for 70 years). I was the only person she recognized.
But she was never the same again once she checked in. And it was immediate.
I won't go into details, but suffice to say, either we got her into the nursing home at the exact right time where she absolutely needed it, or they started over-medicating her right away. Once she stepped foot through those doors, she was never the same again.
Her admittance coincided with the hospitalization and subsequent death of my Grandpa, who was her primary caregiver at the age of 92 (WWII veteran and atomic engineer, btw - smartest guy I ever knew).
Long story short, we started off getting them a two-person room where they were supposed to reunite once my Grandpa was checked out (a room which my Grandpa never made it to). Within a month, we had to move her into a one-person room. She never put two and two together (they were married for 70 years). I was the only person she recognized.
But she was never the same again once she checked in. And it was immediate.