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My Aunt called this morning to tell me that she had complained to the Charge Nurse who looks after my mom's care... just in case I might hear anything about it in the future. Actually, though, she told me because she needed some support. Just as my brothers and I do. And every other sibling that my mother has... I think... I have yet to hear a word from her brother. Certainly, though, he is as concerned, distraught and frustrated as the rest of us.

I'd like to image that every humiliating scenario that a hospital patient might endure would never be experienced by my mother... my mom. Too weak to get out of bed or even sit up in it without having to call and then wait for assistance... Too feverish to be able to feed herself or wipe away the food that might have escaped the spoon and left it's mark anywhere on her face... Too slow to make it to the bathroom after the chemo has rendered the muscles of her bowels lazy and fatigued and useless. 

To sick to visit with her grandson and talk about trucks and trains and his three good friends; Bee, Monster and Dinosaur... who happens to be a T. Rex and enjoys eating noodles.