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No more doctor’s appointments, tests and treatments. Part of my responsibilities is to give her .25 ml of morphine and .25 ml of Ativan as needed. Morphine is the go-to medication when she’s in discomfort or distress. Ativan no more than every 2 hours. There’s an array of other meds to take throughout the day.

A nurse (Liz) comes every Tuesday, nursing assistant (Crystal) every Mon and Thurs, Dr. Abraham visits every three weeks, and a social worker (Emily) drops by randomly.

Bev did manage a Target trek this week that had to be cut short because it pooped her right out. But, after a cacao-coffee in the bistro, she recovered and had a real good rest-of-the-day.

It’s no longer Good Day, Bad Day, it’s good morning/bad morning, good afternoon/bad afternoon or good evening/bad evening.

It’s hard to breathe watching her destruction. It’s wonderful that she’s such a game fighter but it’s heart-bruising, stomach-knotting, and eye-watering to watch her getting up slower and slower and slower after each knockdown.