Roseanne is 92 and under conservatorship. This means that a judge has appointed a conservator who has never met her and knows nothing about her to make all her decisions.
Roseanne outlived all her family and was living contentedly with her cats in a rambling house in the San Fernando Valley until I took her to the doctor to get antibiotics for a bladder infection.
The doctor asked her four questions; “What’s your name? When is your birthday? Where do you live? Who is the president?” Roseanne forgot her birthday and wasn’t sure whether it was George Bush or ‘the other guy,’ Continue reading “Roseanne”