A diagnosis, all too familiar.

A diagnosis that defined her as a patient but could never define her as a person.
A fuzzy head, a swollen arm, a dripping nose, an enlarging abdomen, yellowing skin
but the same bright blue eyes, exuberance, quick wit, airy laugh, and warm embrace.
A memory of one I loved, in the anguish of another.

Anonymous From the Wards

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