My grandmother unfortunately ran into demetia and out of money years before she died. There's nothing worse than living in a warm, loving home filled with antiques and having to go to the auction house to try to buy back as much of your grandmother's stuff (and your deceased mother's stuff, and YOUR stuff, that was all in the same house) as you can with the little you have in savings from a social work salary. It was 16 years ago and I still can't watch auctions on TV even.
"Diagnosis was confirmed when my nurse (who is also me!!) looked back on my charts to discover that symptoms began mere hours after consuming an entire box of Velveeta and Shells (Shellveeta!) for dinner one Thursday evening weeks ago. " This proves nothing. Everyone knows Velveeta is just melted plastic ;)