Yeah, there's one axis of good parenting which requires talking honestly and reasonably often about money, health/death, and sex. My parents do well on money and health/death, and they did better on sex than most of their demographic.
Hospice care, I think, is explicitly for the end of life when you have a terminal condition that a doctor thinks will cause you to die within the next six months or so, and when you've decided to forgo further aggressive medical treatments and simply want palliative care to make you more comfortable, preferably at home.
By contrast, my mom's mother was mostly paralyzed from the neck down for the last several years of her life. Her internal organs were mostly fine (maybe she had dialysis?), and so she wasn't dying -- she just couldn't live alone without someone to help her move around, feed her, and so on. So instead of living in a nursing home, she had someone come to her house nearly 24 hours/day. It wasn't great, but it seemed to make everyone happier than the alternatives.
Younger Next Year looks gimmicky, and not necessarily better than the many other books in its genre, but it does claim to give a reasonable overview of well-supported studies, and will probably make me feel guilty about not getting enough exercise and sleep.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Re: (From K)
Date: 2015-02-16 05:37 pm (UTC)Hospice care, I think, is explicitly for the end of life when you have a terminal condition that a doctor thinks will cause you to die within the next six months or so, and when you've decided to forgo further aggressive medical treatments and simply want palliative care to make you more comfortable, preferably at home.
By contrast, my mom's mother was mostly paralyzed from the neck down for the last several years of her life. Her internal organs were mostly fine (maybe she had dialysis?), and so she wasn't dying -- she just couldn't live alone without someone to help her move around, feed her, and so on. So instead of living in a nursing home, she had someone come to her house nearly 24 hours/day. It wasn't great, but it seemed to make everyone happier than the alternatives.
Younger Next Year looks gimmicky, and not necessarily better than the many other books in its genre, but it does claim to give a reasonable overview of well-supported studies, and will probably make me feel guilty about not getting enough exercise and sleep.