Because the families we serve compensate us directly, we represent only them. We are never obligated in any way to serve or protect the needs or interests of the hospital, nursing home, insurance companies, private healthcare service providers, government agencies, and so on.
One of my pet peeves with is that there is no rhyme or reason to how they choose their residents. The only goal is to “fill” a bed without regard to how a potential resident will get along with other residents.
Before I piss everyone off, I would like to wish all Dad’s a Happy Father’s Day, especially those in nursing homes who don’t have children and families to visit them. In my immediate family we don’t celebrate Mother’s Day or Father’s Day. Not because we think that my wife and I don’t need a special day. We just think that we don’t need a special day to love each other. “Everyday is Father’s Day”, yelled Rabbi Wainkrantz in Yeshiva Ohel Jacob. We all hate to stand on restaurant lines anyway.
ON Wednesday afternoons in Washington Heights, the search is not
necessarily for love, or even companionship. The search is simply for a
partner who can rumba or waltz.
When an old woman died in the geriatric unit of a small
hospital in Dundee Scotland, it was believed she had nothing left of any value.
While the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this
poem. This little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world,
left more than most could wish to bequeath.