know, my sister is going to die ... no, there is no possible cure, the tumor is inoperable head and the cancer spread to the bones. But hope is the last thing you want to lose, resigned to death is difficult. Today I talked to her and said he was certain he would die. "I have nine years before this and did not think so, now I know I'll die." I would like to tell you how my mother, no daughter, that's not going to happen. Is that what you wanted to hear? It was time to get afloat theory, research, cases. I was reminded of that family who had a terminal illness and had no awareness that he would die. I remember their faces when I brought them in to be prepared. There was a day Fáeasy for them, today was my day difficult. I sat beside him and told him that if he had the feeling we should prepare as if it happened or not. He told me that he wanted to find a thanatological not for her, rather to her children and her husband. Wanted her husband to ask for a loan if the insurance does not cover all of the medications to funeral expenses. I offered to find the phone and go with it. I have a lump in his throat, weeping and pain that would rip my throat becomes a waterfall Florida, a haven of glass that breaks when touch. Today I understand Pessoa as if his skin was mine, now I appropriate his words, but the pain is on both:
When love and death are not know what to feel.
truncated death When love do not know what to know.
