Page 24 - Big Pharma and the Constant Gardener

We would be here for as long as we would be

able to manage together. On the second day,

we became “the ranchers.” Caregivers and
family members entered into our “ranch

whimsy” which helped to set the stage for

the years which followed. For me to have

been part of this important life passage was
to have walked, for a while, on sacred ground.

MY MANTRA - IT’S ABOUT

DIGNITY

In 2001, against my own judgment, I agreed – under extreme

duress – for Dad to be admitted to a neurology unit at one of
our regional medical centers for a one-night stay. His admission

followed a neurological event (TIA or seizure) which occurred as

we were about to exit the building following a physician visit. The

admission was for “observation” following the neurological event.

An ER physician in the bustling emergency department gave me
no options and said briskly and sternly that I would be responsible

if anything happened to him.