If hell were real, then I could categorically say the next few days were exactly that.
Watching your loved one deteriorate before your eyes, was torture. It seemed Maggi retrogressed to babyhood once again as she couldn’t take solids. I became creative and learnt how to make soups in different ways with different veggies and proteins.
I can tell you this for nothing that when you’re under stress, that’s when you get to know your real strength.
It's either sink or swim.
Sometimes, Maggi kept down the soups I made, other times, she brought them up, and I was helpless to help her.
If you’ve ever gone through trauma looking after a sick person, after awhile, you tend to fall sick yourself.
Let’s just say Maggi and I began to compete with who lost weight the most. It got so bad that a
