a blanket, talk to nurses, keep track of medications, and hold her hand when the nausea came. I could not remove the cancer from her body. During the final hours of one infusion, she slept while I watched the medication drip through the line and thought about how much of her life I had never witnessed because she had always preferred to carry difficult things privately. Now she had no choice but to let me witness this. I decided that if being present was the only useful thing I could
My Husband Put My Sick Mother on an Air Mattress and Said He Made the Rules, but What I Did Next Changed Everything
