Every morning and evening my sister and I would come in to care for her. At first I would help her to the bathroom where my sister would wash her but soon she was unable to walk even this short distance and instead I would lift her onto the commode we had borrowed from the local hospice. My sister was wonderful to watch, kindly and gently discussing and explaining everything as she carried out the simple, necessary nursing. We have both seen many people die, after all, and I had worked as a geriatric nurse many years ago too. It felt quite easy and natural for us both, I think, despite our
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