As adults, we know that moment, that 鈥榯urning point鈥� in our lives. Sometimes wonderful sometimes not, but always life-changing. Mine came in July 2005, when my 77-year-old mother was admitted to the hospital. Mom was in her fourth year of dementia, but nothing was wrong, as far as we knew, that threatened her life.
How wrong we were.
More than 40 years of prescription drugs, used to control her high blood pressure, had resulted in polycystic kidney disease, for which there is no cure - the only sign or symptom is sudden death. In fact, within a month, she was dead. Prescription drugs had ravaged her kidneys. Autopsy pictures of them looked like Swiss cheese 鈥� the holes allowing t
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