Chapter 3 - Vanessa Had Taken Control Of The Medication Routine
After the stroke, our family divided Mom’s care.
Daniel handled finances.
I handled most appointments.
Vanessa volunteered to organize medications.
At the time, it seemed generous.
She was meticulous.
Created schedules.
Ordered refill boxes.
Set alarms.
Spoke to pharmacies.
She even labeled everything with large-print instructions.
Everyone praised her.
Especially Daniel.
“Vanessa has been amazing with Mom.”
Mom did not agree.
But whenever she complained, Vanessa framed it as cognitive decline.
“She’s mixing up mornings and evenings.”
“She thinks old prescriptions are still active.”
“She gets anxious when routines change.”
All medically plausible.
That made the manipulation stronger.
The first person to become seriously suspicious was not me.
It was Mom’s home-health nurse.
Her name was Paula Reed.
She visited twice weekly.
One afternoon, she called me privately.
“Claire, has Margaret’s blood-pressure medication changed?”
“Not that I know of.”
Paula paused.
“The dosage listed on the current tray is different from what I documented last month.”
My stomach tightened.
“Could the doctor have changed it?”
“Possibly. But I need the order.”
I called Vanessa.
She immediately produced a new printed medication list.
“Her internist adjusted it.”
“Which internist?”
“Dr. Fallon.”
I called the office.
They confirmed a dosage change.
Case closed.
Or so I thought.
What I didn’t ask was who had requested the change.
And what information that person had given the doctor.
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That omission would become crucial.
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