It can do great things. But sometimes I wonder why do we keep prolonging life when the person really isn't there any more.

It's so hard watching a loved one literally wither away. Watching them become a shell of their former self. Not able to remember who they are, let alone who their loved ones are. Not able to perform the most basic of personal care for themselves.

Having a rough week, I really miss my grandma - which is ironic since technically she's still here. But it's not her, and hasn't been for many years. What kind of life is this? Chat Icon