LTC Advocacy

Today’s issue might sound trivial to someone not living in an assisted living facility. Residents were frustrated that when CNAs wear their name badges on lanyards, the badge flips over. When it flips, residents can’t see the CNA’s name. That means they either have to wait for the badge to turn back around—or ask. Several staff members were in attendance. The administrator suggested something simple: ask the CNA their name. The residents were firm. “No. We don’t want to. We s

When I arrived for a routine ombudsman visit, I thought I was looking at a resident sitting on the roof. My first instinct wasn’t panic—it was advocacy. That moment, brief and mistaken, became a quiet lesson in how easily assumptions form and how essential it is to question them before taking action.

They said John couldn’t communicate. They were wrong. What followed was a brief, profound reminder of how easily healthcare mistakes silence for emptiness.

“Can we even use weed here?” Paul asked.

In most nursing homes, death is not acknowledged. There is no announcement, no shared moment, no ritual of remembrance. One day a chair is occupied; the next day it is empty. Residents notice. They count how many friends have sat there before. They wait through breakfast, then lunch, then ask the front desk. Silence does not spare them grief—it leaves them to carry it alone, doing the math in their own heads and wondering, quietly, if anyone will notice when they are gone.