My Alzheimer-riddled friend Ron may have wandered away once
too often. Possibly for the last time. He’s in a hospital. In intensive care.
With a broken neck. He was found. On a road. A mile from his home. Apparently
having fallen. Ron liked to walk. Often. With me. He was in no condition to walk
alone. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop
Ron from sneaking away. When he wasn’t
being watched. And that happened. On
Tuesday. Yes, another sad turn of
events. Seems almost inevitable. Because
there is no such thing as perfect care in the Alzheimer realm. Maybe examples
of half-way decent care. But nobody has yet figured out how to protect the Alzheimer-afflicted
from themselves. –Jim Broede
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