Sep 21, 2022
2 min read
Here ya Go Lady
Well not exactly like that, but almost
Before my husband was diagnosed with a terminal illness, one of the running jokes in the household was that eventually our doctor-daughter would wheel in a morphine drip when she tired of us. Way, way in the future.
She would laugh. I would laugh. My husband would laugh. The dog would stare perplexed. We have unusual senses of humor, admittedly.
