I watch over him daily not happy with what the doctor’s told me. The tumor has grown, and removing it would surely kill him. The feeding tube has to be cleaned constantly, and I find myself wiping his mouth from him drooling all over his pajama’s.
I am exhausted from the lack of sleep I have gotten in the last two weeks. I could hire a nurse to come in, but that costs too much and having no insurance makes it worse. The thoughts that run through my mind when he starts choking often take over but I don’t let it happen.
I fall asleep finally as raindrops hit the metal roof, but it doesn’t last, waking up to him choking once again…but this time the thoughts in my head win…just let it happen.
I fall to the floor drenched in my own tears..to tired to care anymore…..I feel a touch on my shoulder, and as I slowly look up I see the dark vision above me…the Angel of Death…I let out a sigh of relief thinking it is finally over….sirens in the background, I suddenly see the medics at his bedside….and he’s breathing…sitting up in bed….I feel the touch in my shoulder again…and realize ,the Angel of Death is here for me!
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