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She lay still, so frail and quiet you would think that she had already died. But when I walked into her bedroom and spoke her name, her eyes opened and lit up. Her life was in her smile.
Her husband stood at the foot of the bed, relating the events of the past several days. She ate a few bites of scrambled egg this morning. He gave her drops of medicine through a straw. She was too weak to get out of bed, but he changed her position every 2 hours, just as the visiting nurse had shown him. She had spells of coughing that frightened him.
She had no complaints. That did not surprise me. In the 12 years I had cared for her, …
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