“She’s denied all further cancer treatments.” Still agitated from arguing with her mother and Doctor Burgart both, Kerstin rose from the chair she had just sat down on and started pacing. “So from now on all care she gets will be palliative. Hell, she has even talked to hospice already!”
“Your mother is fully in possession of her mental facilities. If those are her wishes you have to honor them.” Ralf took his glasses off and polished them with one of his lens-cleaner wipes.
Ohhh! “Don’t you understand? My mother is dying. “
“Which all of us must at some point. Such is life. Parents are destined to pass before their children.”
“Not at sixty-four years old! If she had continued chemo she might have…” Kerstin’s lips trembled. The chances of total recovery had been nil from the beginning.
