No good choices
April 23, 2017She had dreamed of learning to play the flute, of writing a sonata, or maybe even a symphony. But then the coughing began, and every day, her lungs grow more raw, and she knew she needed medical care, but it would cost more than she had saved.
She waited, and felt her pants slip around her hips, felt the gap between her skin and the billowy shirts that had once been fitted.
Why didn’t you come sooner? said the doctor with the saddest eyes.
There are no good choices, she said. I lost them all along the way.
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