When I was in my 20s, I worked at a church and used to take an elderly lady to the church. She smelled funky. My son was only 4 or 5 years old. I would roll down the windows as soon as we pulled in her apartment complex. I got a job elsewhere after 5 or 6 years of being at the church. I heard a year after I left that she passed away from cancer. She was seen regularly by doctors though. No idea how they missed it. Wish I would've know then what I do now.