text: Ohio attorney Sam Neidleman helped a nurse ease his mother out of the wheelchair. "It's okay, Mom. You're in good hands." After watching Rebecca Neidleman's health decline for three years, Sam and Sarah had determined they could no longer care for her. They had discussed this for weeks. "I can handle the arthritis or the Alzheimer's," Sarah remarked, "but not both at the same time."
  
  "She's my mother!" Sam shouted.
  
  "Sam, I love her as if she were my own mother, but I can't do this anymore. Yes, she's your mother. I'm your wife. You've got to make a choice. We can afford to place her in one of the better care facilities."
  
  Eventually, they settled on the Van Buren Home for the Aged in Cleveland. Although it was a half-hour drive from their suburban home and pricey, the facility had a good reputation.
  
  Sarah asked the intake nurse, "Will Mrs. Neidleman be able to interact with the other patients?"
  
  "Absolutely," replied the nurse. "We schedule social events every day. We've found it helps the Alzheimer's sufferers greatly. By the way, we don't use the term patient here. These elderly men and women are residents of the Van Buren Home. This is not a hospital."
  
  "That nurse got her hackles up when I used the word patient," Sam noted.
  
  Sarah smiled and reached over, placing her hand on her husband's shoulder. "That's a good thing, Sam," she said. "It reveals the philosophy of the home. I think we've made the right choice."