Oh, my GOD, Frances. My heart goes out to you. What a grueling time, and to care for your father when he was so terrible to you and your mother. I hope at least in a few moments, he recognized how much you did for him. And to do it all with arthritis!! That conservator incident was so terrifying. I had it with my grandmother, too - but not like what you went through. What I went through was bad and sort of kickstarted the end of my first marriage but it was not even a tenth what you suffered during this agonizing, grueling time. Blessings, hugs, and white light. I learned a new word as well: "ailurophobe." I looked it up. Your father was getting dotty ...