Mar
08
2013

Death and Birth

I was terrified that my aunt would be caught up in the medical machine. I was terrified that well meaning nurses would keep probing for blood. That she would find herself sent from ICU to rehab, and then back again. That each new set of doctors would be reluctant to prescribe the sleeping pills that was one of the few things she cared about. I was terrified that she would be surrounded by strangers who did not understand what a bright, generous and considerate person she was. I was terrified that I wouldn’t be able to prevent all this from happening. …continue reading