Yvi

They took her off the machines and all medicine but morphine yesterday.

This seriously came out of nowhere--the woman's had cancer so many times, but always pulled through; she still lived on her own, in the same house she raised her kids in; she had relatives who looked out for her; she still had her own circle of friends she went out with; she was a former Navy nurse who served in WWII and took no crap from anyone.

As they go, I think dying at age ninety-one, surrounded by family, and painlessly is pretty high up there.

I was a little snappish to my TA, apologized and told her what was going on, and she started crying.

Reeeeally wish I wasn't teaching that damn "When I Am Old With You" story just now. And also that I wasn't so freaking far away.