[where's_the_Outrage?]

As my dad was dying in hospice he kept complaining about being uncomfortable and I couldn’t fix it. Too sad. But the worst was he wanted Pepsi, and when I brought it to him he did not have the strength to suck it up through the straw. I cried a lot.

[who_would_fardels_bear]

My mom's adjustable bed was so high off the ground that it was a trip/fall hazard. I tried to find a decent mattress that was thinner, but the best I could do was 10" which helped a bit, but not perfect.

The real problem was that her small bathroom had the sink in a way that made it difficult for her to maneuver into there with her walker.

Little things were the biggest problems.