August 2011
1 post
Out of my control
I love to believe I have some amount of control in my life, actually, a great deal of control. But lately, I have watched a friend slowly pass away because we don’t have control over our bodies when they start to deteriorate. Her sons, husband and family had no control in getting to keep her here. Not having control scares us, scares me. Something is in my brain, a mass, a chunk that they...