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...
...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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