Thursday, April 7, 2011 at 2:51pm
I just had the *best* conversation with a Dr. in my entire life. She reassured me that there was nothing that I could have done to prolong my mom's life. That her disease was aggressive and her case was a benchmark for how bad it can be. She told me that there was nothing Western medicine could have done for her. The only treatment that seemed to really work was *me*. I was by her side loving her, and that the love between us was inspiring and amazing. The only thing that really worked to prolong her life was me. And that I did a great job.
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