”The breakfast this morning was good,” said mother Anne her first day in her new home. The first thing I did was to lengthen the oxygen tubing from the compressor to give her more mobility. She seemed relieved. We went through the day’s deliveries and I attended her evening meal. Exhausted by the move and the imminence of my departure, mother Anne was in pain and breathing with difficulty. Having prepared her for the night, pulled her nightgown over head and helped her into bed, I pottered about while she lay still struggling to catch her breath. As regularity of breathing gradually returned, we could talk until I had to say: ”I have to go now mom.”
”We all have to go dear,” she said.
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