My knees swayed.
The bile rose in my throat.
The only thing familiar, was her freckles.
"Oh dear God!" I thought.
Her right leg was wrapped like an entombed mummy.
Her hair, her thick beautiful hair! A thin scraggly mop.
Her skin sallow, and it looked as if her eyes were weeping yellow goo.
In...Out...In...Out... The accordion like respirator breathed for her.
Tubes! Tubes! Everywhere!
Even though I wore rubber gloves I knew she needed to feel a humans touch, so I gently caressed her forehead.
I think it was Ann and I. We spoke softly, telling her we were there and that we loved her. Mer's eyes flitted as if in response. I could see that the color had been drained from them. They were now an eerie gray!
As I scanned over her body I saw that her other leg peeked out from the sheets. The doctors had drawn small red circles all over it. They were places to keep an eye on.
The flesh eating bacteria was coursing through her veins!
Then the angel of the Lord asked him, why have you beaten your donkey these three times? I have come here to oppose you because your path is a reckless one before me.
Numbers 22:23
Love you Mer
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