A large framed straight talking man seemed to be lost in a void as his words echoed around my ears
“please can you help me, I’ll pay you?”
“I don’t want, neither will I accept your money, you are our friend”
“I am no charity case, I have to pay you.”
” we are your friends, if you need help, help is here”
He looked defeated and suddenly flipped the conversation in the direction of my husband.
” she is stubborn your wife isn’t she?” Spoken with an unnerved tone
My husband glanced towards me smiling
“no she isn’t stubborn, she is your friend who is going to help”
A voice, weak and dulled was just audible, he jumped to his feet and scurried in the direction of the source. His voice could then be heard, caring, directive and informative, speaking to her. My name was then called.
I stepped into the room, seemingly void of flounces and somewhat barren. There she lay, staring in my direction, hand outstretched to greet me.
Her skin glowed yellow, eyes sunken, mouth parched, a shadow of her former self.
“This is a bad job isn’t it, I didn’t think this would be happening now” she informed me
I took her hand initially not knowing what to say. As a nurse of thirty years, I still find the conversations difficult.
” Are you in pain?”
“Are you scared?”
“I’m here for you and will come every day to help you. “
She appeared to relax, smiling.
“Thank you, that is so kind. I’m not scared, it is what it is and no pain”
He sat opposite, his words strong however his eyes projected fear. He was watching his life partners demise and was helpless to alter the course.
Death is the only sure thing in this life however it remains the unspoken.
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