You can never have enough...

[Lilith7]

My Mum was in one down here after the earthquakes damaged her house.  My sister and her as usual worked themselves up into a tizz wazz and decided she needed to get out of Christchurch and live in a Rhimann home on the outskirts.  There was some really nice places close to a supermarket in Chch on Colombo St available, but she couldn't be persuaded to go into one of them.

Within a few months she hated where she had chosen, wind swept plains outside of Chch was one of the reasons.  She begged to come back to the trashed home but it was too late and the insurance company was playing mind games with us.  Mum had got the house ready for her older age by getting a lovely new bathroom etc installed.

The house was just too damaged and couldn't be heated properly because of all the gaps in the walls and floors, nothing was level anymore, and the place was so dusty from all the dust coming in between the ceilings and the walls.

She died in Chch hospital after numerous T.I.D.'s at the home after about 3 years of being there.  A sad end to a strong woman who was Secretary of the Euthanasia Society for the South Island and she didn't have a death with dignity which was exactly what she feared the most and it came to pass.

That's a shame; I think probably we all need to be more aware of the possibilities as we age & make as much preparation as we can. I did at one point, tell my eldest that if I ever go doolallay, he's to take me out & shoot me  - to which he agreed surprisingly swiftly!   but something more formal & preferably legal.