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The doctor told me clearly that during chemotherapy, she would need support and supervision.
He told me that the treatments would leave her weak, disoriented, and sometimes unable to take care of herself. Someone had to be there, day in and day out.
I immediately told her she should come stay with us because that was the only way I could provide her with the peace, love, and care she deserved.
I offered her the guest room, or even Sophie’s room, while she was away at college, just so she could feel like she belonged.
I thought I was doing the right thing for everyone, and that Daniel would understand. I believed compassion would outweigh old grudges.
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