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When we first realized that we were dying and there wasn’t going to be some magic cure, we became so afraid. The rollercoaster of emotions has been almost unbearable.
If you are dying, have you felt that too?
Along with the physical illness comes the constant medicines needed to maintain (3 green ones, 1 yellow, 2 pink one at lunch – then drink that down with the tincture of opium,) Then at lunch a “do-over” with a variation or two along with it that dreaded tinture of opium…At night comes another round of liquids, changing the pain-killer patches, and hoping like heck that we did it all alright.
As the days go on, we are constantly wondering if we took enough or too much . . .
NONE would be ideal!