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Dying
London, March 2010
‘Your father is dying, Eleni. They discharged us from the hospital and they gave us no hope that things will get any better.’
The phone call had caught Eleni breastfeeding Chloe, and she was trying to juggle both, holding the handset in her left hand and supporting Chloe feeding on her right breast.
‘Is this definite? Have they given you a time scale?’
‘They say it is definite, Eleni, but I want to believe otherwise. We are expecting a home visit from the doctor tomorrow, who will confirm what’s happening.’
Eleni felt the first pang of anger hit her in the chest.
‘This is very confusing for me, Mum. You are saying that he is definitely dying but maybe not – and you are a doctor too. What am I supposed to do? I am feeding Chloe right now, if you want to k
