When my mother’s memory began to fade, the changes were gradual—misplaced keys, forgotten appointments, repeated stories. One day, she looked at me with confusion and asked if I was “the nice neighbor.” Her doctor described the condition as progressive and unpredictable. While my siblings quickly discussed care facilities and associated costs, I chose to bring her home, despite warnings that...
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