When It All Falls Apart — on Repeat

The anxious rhythms of end of life care

For months I’d been begging staff at my parents’ nursing home to help me get a cognitive assessment for both. I needed a word — is dementia appropriate? — for the drift I saw in my mom, my father’s conversational loops. Once I got them settled in at a nursing home near me, I’d mostly visited them on weekends, trying to spare as much of…