It rarely starts with a decision
It starts with a Tuesday.
Ruth fell on a Tuesday. She was reaching for a colander on the top shelf, the step stool tipped, and she spent the afternoon on her kitchen floor until the mail carrier heard her through the screen door. By Friday she was in rehab. By the following Thursday her son had signed papers for a room in a care home two states away, near him.
"Nobody knew what she wanted, so I did what I could."
Ruth knew exactly what she wanted: her own kitchen, her own church, her own bridge group. She had simply never written it down, never named who could speak for her, and never told her son what help she'd accept at home before she'd accept a move. So the biggest decision of her life got made in four days, by someone else.
This book exists so that doesn't happen to you.
The stories in the book are composites based on common experiences.