Terminal illness taught me that love can be constant and still lose ground daily. There are moments they look right at me and I can feel the person I know flicker and go dim. The appointments stack up until life feels like a waiting room with snacks. Every small decline feels like an event nobody else heard. I keep trying to memorize the voice before it changes again. The appointments stack up until life feels like a waiting room with snacks.
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