At this point, on a Tuesday morning, hope was clearly running out. I wondered to myself how much longer Mom would have. In fact, later that afternoon, there were plans to move her to the cancer ward although I didn’t understand why since no cure could remotely be possible at this point: in retrospect, it was presumably to move her from a much-needed ICU room since she most likely was not going to wake up.
The Eye of the Storm, Part 2
The Eye of the Storm, Part 2
The Eye of the Storm, Part 2
At this point, on a Tuesday morning, hope was clearly running out. I wondered to myself how much longer Mom would have. In fact, later that afternoon, there were plans to move her to the cancer ward although I didn’t understand why since no cure could remotely be possible at this point: in retrospect, it was presumably to move her from a much-needed ICU room since she most likely was not going to wake up.