In a prior post, I spoke about Ellie’s and my developing a friendship with Loretta, cancer striking Loretta and Loretta’s determination to live through the pain. Loretta’s pain recently skyrocketed, and she moved from home hospice care to in-patient hospice care.
After her herculean effort to come to the dining room at home, I sat with her at table. She kept your eyes closed, she said, because of the pain.
My breath catches in my chest as I consider this; my eyes swell with tears. It becomes hard to write; it becomes hard to see.
We are sitting on her bed at the hospice; “I never thought it would come to this. Did you ever think it would come to this?” Her question, directed to me.
“I always knew it was a possibility,” I responded carefully, “but, no, I didn’t think it would come to this so soon.”
Later, sitting in a chair, you dropped your chin to your chest, and I became frail and helpless and afraid.
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