Wednesday, November 07, 2012

The End

A mite overdramatic, but just about how I feel today:
Andrea stood at the side of the bed. The beep, beep of the heart monitor pulsed quietly in the background. It was nearly time. The nurse sat back quietly, giving Andrea space and privacy so she could she could give her uncle her undivided attention. The attending physician ducked into the room to check on his patient. Andrea looked over to him, hoping above all hope the doctor had better news. He didn’t. He shook his head, sadly.
“He went terminal in November of 2012,” he said. “There’s really nothing more we can do.”
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1 comment:

scbritton said...

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