Mrs A has a cold. A pretty nasty one, fever nearly 40c.
She's been to the doc, it's not influenza, just one hell of a cold, he gave her some meds to help out.
So yeah, she's taking the day off.
But when I got home from work, she was asleep in bed. She heard me come in, her eyes opened in a kind of unfocused way and...
...she looked
just
like
her mother
did...
...towards the end, her brain squeezed by tumors and pummeled by surgeries, her consciousness slowly sublimating into oblivion.
That was not a good feeling.
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