Elaine had denied a dying man—her own husband—pain relief in his final agonizing days so she could buy a three-hundred-dollar purse to show off to strangers on a boat.
This wasn’t just negligence.
This wasn’t just cruelty.
This was torture. This was elder abuse. This was a crime.
I stood up, pacing the small room, my hands balled into fists at my sides.continue reading …
