Flames In The Fire

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ake home. It would be best if you put her in a long-term care facility. She nee

more than I do, but I know my wife, and I will b

king her home w

Ellie for twenty years. I mean, we all went to high school together. I remember the day you two got together like it

and that is final. That is what she wants to d

l, and you know that, right? Will she consi

ble of, and neither do I. She wants to go home, and that is what we a

round the clock, and someone to sit with her. She cannot be lef

e to stay with her. My insurance will pay

hy, but I do not agre

is going to die. I want her to die where she wants to die and not in some damn hospital or long-term care fa

for everything she needs. John, if it gets bad, I want you

of people who will help you with her. I do not see her living long outside of the hospital, and the

ght now. I have to have my brave face on when I see Ellie. I get off the elevator and walk to her room. When I reach

me leave this horrib

is going to let you leave. We are going home as

u for not making me stay here, John. I want

ted to go home to be w

eed you too, but you don’t have a f

to her. She has been in the hospital for three weeks this time. Her best friend comes over every day to help feed them while I

, it is Ellie,” she says softly. “Sorry, Ellie, I have your meds. Dr. Newbern will be by with yo

omeone who could dance the night away to be confined to a wheelchair. She cannot walk anymore. She cannot brush her hair without half of it falling out. I look down at her nails. Her nails were painted ever

lls asleep. I need to make some calls to get the house ready for her. Her health has deteriorated so much over the last three weeks we will need a hospital bed and a shower chair. I n

forehead. I love y