COUNTING DOWN THE BREATHS
(A Tribute by William P. Cushing)
The end began Saturday.
Days before, Ana appeared to respond to the
chemotherapy although a permanent frown revealed her
constant pain. I applied steady coats of Blistex to one
corner of her lip sprouting an open sore. She tried eating
between bouts of vomiting.
I cleaned whatever came up all over the bed, her
clothes, the floor, and mostly me while trying to direct it
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