Will She be Alive in the Morning?

I am getting ready to go to bed. Behind me in the lounge the wife is already asleep on her cocktail of drugs and riddled with disease. She is very unwell.

Chemo etc. is due to start Thursday…

That seems a fuck of a long way away.

She has been so tired today waning, in spirit. The level of discomfort, a euphemism, has been high.

If I go upstairs to sleep, when I come down in the morning, will she still be alive?

This is harsh…

I find it so hard to see another being suffer, I wish it was me, instead.

But it is not…

Tears of futility, they flow now…

Big sigh, huge fucking ginormous sigh…

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