The first time she used the morphine around me, I didn’t know she had taken it. We were in the car moving her to Louisiana. I put her wheelchair in the back and got in, and she said, “Do you have a wipe? The morphine is sticky.”
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The first time she used the morphine around me, I didn’t know she had taken it. We were in the car moving her to Louisiana. I put her wheelchair in the back and got in, and she said, “Do you have a wipe? The morphine is sticky.”
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When you told me this, I had to sit down. I felt that I was in the presence of a courage and an acceptance and a recognition of truth far beyond my own capabilities. No other four words could have told us so much about her.
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