A friend described her shock at seeing Judy mid-treatment. Skin loose and hanging, like all her connective tissue and bones had disintegrated. When we visited Judy some time later, she lunged forward, arms outstretched, as we prepared to leave. “I want to go with you.” But her wish remained bedridden, tethered to an IV.
Oh, dear. Poor Judy.
ReplyDeleteHow sad. Is Judy still around?
ReplyDeleteVery sadly, no, she died within a month of that visit.
DeleteThat last sentence is beautiful, but so sad.
ReplyDeleteWhat Mali said.
ReplyDeleteThis is heartbreaking.
ReplyDeleteVery sad. Poor Judy.
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