My grandmother takes nine pills every day. Nine. I count them out with her every Sunday when I visit. She’s 82 and lives alone in the same house she’s been in for forty years. Up until last year, she managed everything fine on her own. Then she had that bad fall and everything changed. Suddenly…
I used to drive 15 minutes to this huge CVS where I’d wait in line forever, just to pick up my monthly prescriptions. The pharmacist never remembered me, they were always out of something, and honestly, it felt like I was just another number. Then my mom got sick and needed her medications delivered, and…