For thirty years there was nothing I could not do or fix, whatever she asked. Now she is begging for her life and I'm so helpless. God, where are you when I need you ?
The fluid is building in her lungs, she wheezes, gasping for air; her only good arm reaches up, out toward me, like a drowning man ; I see the terror in her eyes; drowning, over and over again. Her words are garbled but the pleading eyes are haunting me , I will never,never forget.
An injection of ...... dries up the fluid in her lungs in a couple hours. She stops struggling and rests. Getting on to be 10.00pm, I sit in the recliner and try to rest too.