I work in a rehab ward, with older adults recovering from stroke, lower limb problems, falls etc. Usually step down from acute hospital en route to care home, sometimes back home with package of care. Rarely, returning home to family care.
Frequently have some men (& very infrequently women) who have lost contact or strained relationships with children. Today, one who didn't even know where sons were. All have common traits: proud, inflexible, high shame, very private, intolerant of others.
So incredibly sad.
Also have some patients who exude love & compassion for others, who adapt to change in circumstances relatively well, and who invariably do better. Even if admitted for for palliative care, or worse, end of life, planning with the family, allows that to make a bad situation less worse, if that makes sense.
As opposed to dying without loved ones.
In healthcare we do our best to make the transition towards infirmity and end of life pain free and with kindness but it's not the same as being loved by family and friends.
Really, is that worth dropped towels and unwashed pots?