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Finding a new home for Aunt Svetta consumed me while she healed in the hospital. A typical nursing home facility with memory care services didn’t want to deal with someone with her advanced stage of Huntington’s disease. The nurse I had working with her, Barbara, had also decided she could no longer provide the level of care my aunt required, but she’d proven to be very helpful with the search for a new home.
The primary obstacle was that Aunt Svetta had developed serious depression. I was angry that the staff at Westminster Canterbury had bluntly told me they wanted her gone. Aunt Svetta, despite her illness, was one of the kindest, least problematic people I’d ever known. In my eyes they were discriminating against her because of the disease, not taking the time to get to kno
