I had started a nice long rambling post to vent about all the shit she put me through this morning, but I took her to the bathroom and cleaned her up. She's definitely dying, and I'm not having such an easy time with that today. I guess it seems more real than it has before. It's one thing to have that mother that always drove you nuts half-paralyzed and therefore driving you nuts on a level that you've not experienced before; it's quite another to carry a befuddled, wilting creature to the toilet who doesn't have the will to sit there without falling over while you wash her hair.
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