This hospice would not assist my mother in any way, or even encourage my mother to eat. They said "We aren't in the business of keeping patients alive." So not only did I have to deal with her illness and death, but the fact that she starved. When I arrived, the food would be cold and she would be lying there looking at it like she wanted it. I started bringing food and feeding her myself. They didn't bathe her for the first 4 days she was there. They said they bathed her but she had on the same gown she had been admitted in. After I asked, they then began bathing her. Often, she would have her arm pinned behind her back when I arrived, after they had carelessly rolled her over in her bed. She stayed there 9 horrible days. The social worker called me the 8th day, the day before she died. I said I had been leaving messages for her, and she said "I've been swamped. I'm really busy, you know." She had been admitted on an antibiotic, which I was assured would be given to her. they refused to give her the antibiotic, which actually may have cured her had it been administered. The nursing director finally called me back on the 8th day, but by then it was too late.