She has a caregiver in the morning to give her her meds and make sure she is okay. My husband and I both work but see to all of her other needs in regard to shopping, etc. She calls me about 30 times a day on a bad day, and doesnt remember what I last did for her or when I last saw her. She often thinks my husband (who she used to adore) is stealing from her. She is getting worse, even though she just started on Arecept. I am so depressed thinking about our limited options, for this independant, vibrant women who raised me. It seems that no matter what she is miserable. If she lives with us it is likely to tear my family apart. If she goes into assisted living she is likely to be ugly and combative as well as a flight risk. I dont know how much longer she can live alone. How do others make these impossible decisions?