When my husband needed memory care and because of my own health issues, I could no longer do it, I chose a faith-affiliated facility where I had volunteered previously. I had seen their operation from the semi-inside and was reasonably confident that he would get good treatment. Nevertheless I visited regularly and occasionally at odd hours, just to check on things and bring him his favorite snacks. One of the aides remarked that he had held his weight well (instead of losing weight as many dementia patients do) . To myself, I thought, if you ate as many Hostess cakes as he does per week, you’d be ….