Sunday, March 23, 2014
Jane and I were woken up at about 4:00-4:30 this morning by
Connie, the night nurse. MC was calling for me and refusing to let Connie give
her the liquid morphine. We immediately went to her and managed to persuade MC
to take the morphine. But she kept saying “Help me. Help me.” And it broke my heart
because I didn’t know what to do. All I know to do is to give her medicine to
control the pain. And I felt that I was failing her. So, I finally just held
her and told her she could go. That it would be all right. That I would be
okay. And we would take care of Mom. And that Mike would be okay. And that
everybody would be okay.
I told her to go. That Daddy would be waiting for her.
And it would be okay. And at some point, she calmed down and started saying,
“Okay.” Over and over.
I stayed with her until morning. My sweet little sister, I hope I am right. That it will be okay.
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