Today's Wednesday and she still hasn't woken up. She has one more day before the two month sentence the doctors passed on her is up. With each gasping breath she takes, each hour she doesn't wake, I have less hope that her end is not very near now. I sleep with my bedroom door open and the lights on. A raspy gasp followed by horrific coughs rips through me and I'm at her bedside, wide awake. The fluorescent green numbers on the alarm clock read 5:46 AM, but it's as though I hadn't slept at all, even though I went to bed before eight last night. I hold my mom's hand as her chest heaves upwards in her struggle to breathe. Tears are hot and thick on my cheeks, blinding me, but I make no sound, not even a whimper; let alone a sob. I don't know who's shaking harder, her or me. Dad comes in and lifts me off the bed so Edna can adjust Mom's IV. The coughs stop, but Mom is still gasping, still struggling to get air into her diseased lungs. Dad's eyes are rimmed scarlet and the dark blue bags under them reach down to the middle of his cheeks.
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