We’ve been led to believe that there is simply no alternative. There are tears in the corners of my eyes. I try to be strong for my husband. And then I find myself alone, dressed in the hospital white gown.
Varda helps people tell their lifestories (www.lifestoriesunlimited.com) and leads virtual writing retreats using writing for healing (www.writingforhealing.blogspot.co.il). She can be reached at email@example.com.
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