My cousin Sharon was 67 when she finally died. When I got the phone called, I breathed a sigh of ...
My cousin Sharon was 67 when she finally died. When I got the phone called, I breathed a sigh of relief I took care of Sharon for two years before she died. She had rheumatoid arthritis, psoriatic arthritis, and osteoarthritis. She had had arthritis since she was a teenager, and since then, if there was something your body could do to cause you pain, Sharon's body did it. Every month, 360 oxycontin were delivered to her house. Each week, I sorted out the 36 pills that she had to take each day, besides the painkillers. Of course, the painkillers didn't really help. Her doctor suggested that she have a morphine pump implanted directly on her spine. He showed her a dvd. This goddamn dvd showed people riding motorcycles, and enjoying picnics in the park. Sharon asked me if we could go on pienics. Sharon and I spent our days together in her bed watching movies. That's all she could do, whern she wasn't knocked out from the oxy. She had the pump installed.It didn't help. Morphine directly flowing into her spine didn't help alleviate her pain. Sharon wanted to die. She would laugh, and tell me, "Jamie, if I wasn't such a pussy, I'd kil myself." When she finally died, I was happy. I would have liked for her to have died sooner.
My cousin Sharon was 67 when she finally died. When I got the phone called, I breathed a sigh of relief I took care of Sharon for two years before she died. She had rheumatoid arthritis, psoriatic arthritis, and osteoarthritis. She had had arthritis since she was a teenager, and since then, if there was something your body could do to cause you pain, Sharon's body did it. Every month, 360 oxycontin were delivered to her house. Each week, I sorted out the 36 pills that she had to take each day, besides the painkillers. Of course, the painkillers didn't really help. Her doctor suggested that she have a morphine pump implanted directly on her spine. He showed her a dvd. This goddamn dvd showed people riding motorcycles, and enjoying picnics in the park. Sharon asked me if we could go on pienics. Sharon and I spent our days together in her bed watching movies. That's all she could do, whern she wasn't knocked out from the oxy. She had the pump installed.It didn't help. Morphine directly flowing into her spine didn't help alleviate her pain. Sharon wanted to die. She would laugh, and tell me, "Jamie, if I wasn't such a pussy, I'd kil myself." When she finally died, I was happy. I would have liked for her to have died sooner.