Monday 10th January
Day 264
The homeopath with kind eyes prescribes Aurum for my husband - a remedy based on gold. For me he fills a tiny plastic bag with Ignatia pills - for fresh trauma. Better to treat it before it gets stale and forms a hard crust - like bread left too long in the dry air of the kitchen - more difficult to cut through then.
This evening my cousin calls me from Stoke Mandeveille Hospital where his younger brother is lying in a bed, with morphine dripping into his blood. He says the time of his dying is creeping close now. So he will sit with him in the long night while he sleeps, keeping watch.
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