Saturday, 31 October 2009

I think she's having a nightmare. I'm afraid of her being awake, wondering what's wrong, trapped inside her own body, feeling scared.

I don't know if she is trying to say something or having a hard time breathing. She can't open her eyes any more and I just can't tell. She shakes now and then. She didn't talk today. She may have had famous last words, 'I want my eggs and bacon', by Lilian McGowan. I would love to chat with her again but, at this point, it's not only and unrealistic thought, it is also a selfish one.

Irene, one of the nurses, says this can take days. The body hardly needs anything, it's like hibernating, so it can survive a long time before her time comes. She also spoke about the brain producing endorphins in these stages.

I hope she is, blissfully high and happy and without pain.

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