Mom was here for quite awhile. Mali was constantly trying to put Mom "on hospice." Yep, Medicare and many insurance companies completely cover hospice costs. But, Mali charged us an extra $1,000.00/month. Mali insisted we use "her pharmacy." Then, medications were ordered a month a head of time. Then reordered every month, regardless of the quantity purchased (they buy 100 pills, taken once a day, reordered every 30 days.) The pharmacy demanded to have a credit card on file. I was paying for stuff Mom didn't even need. Mali would not allow any residents to walk or move about and kicked one resident out because he got himself an apple. Mom got scabies. Mali said,"It's not scabies." I had her doctor look at it. He said, "Its scabies." He prescribed medication. It wouldn't go away. I took Mom to 3 different dermatologist. They all said, "It's scabies." Finally, Mali convinced me that Mom would be better off being on hospice. So, ya, paid the extra grand and, somehow, Moms doctor got changed without me knowing. Mali began doping Mom. Sometimes she would give mom cough syrup and sleeping pills (at the same time, at 4pm on a Saturday,). Then, she was surprised Mom was drooling. Hospice nurse misdiagnosed the situation and called a stroke. I wasn't told for two days. When I questioned the medications, Mail screamed at me until I left in tears. After 2 years on hospice, Mom was discharged. Within 30 days, Mali sent Mom to the hospital three times. when Mom did pass, we did not have any hospice service. Mali, and her creepy son, are true evil. Just no. read more