The worse thing my wife saw there involved a dying woman who could and did complain — with good reason. One night at dinner time, she had to go to answer a phone call from her husband. While she was gone, the nurses HID HER DINNER and laughed at her when she came back looking for it.

My wife wanted to scream at them but didn’t dare.

My wife did report them for more provable abuse, but nothing came of it and the people at the regulatory agency said the home had a “spotless record”.

Yeah. Political connections, I’m sure.