The night before last I awoke hearing our doorbell. It was the middle of the night, and I was confused, wondering if a prescription was being delivered or someone mistook our house for another. I lay there for a long time. Then yesterday afternoon my older daughter phoned, which she seldom does, and told me the cancer was growing rapidly in her brain, they were discontinuing the chemo, and she would need us up with her soon, probably in April. She said she'd talk to her oncologist first, and see how he thought things would progress.
So the doorbell was death calling.
We will drive up when she tells us, and help her through physican assisted suicide. My hope is gone, and I can only be a witness to my daughter's unimaginable suffering. And my granddaughter's. I hope I have the strength to show some of the courage she has shown. She is my guide.
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