The roller coaster often starts in the middle of the night with a long-distance phone call. “Miss Bowser,” the caller begins tentatively. “It’s about your Mother.”
And that’s how my chaotic ride through the years of taking care of Mom got going. It ended 10 years later when she died at the age of 90.
Throughout this downward spiral of life, I had power of attorney, giving me responsibility for all major decisions about her medical care, her money and ultimately how she died.
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