Probably meds.
My mother was supposed to have someone round every day to make sure she took her Alzheimer’s medication, but she would hardly ever let them in. Thanks to her shot-to-pieces memory it was, ‘What medication? I’m not on any medication - there’s nothing wrong with me!’
If she’d been a chatty, sociable type, who’d welcome just about anyone, it might have worked, but alas, she was not - they were sent packing!
What decade were your grandparents born?
Desperately sad story of the assisted suicide of a grieving mother


