« Tell them that. »
She shrugged. « I survive lunch. That’s the worst of it. »
That sentence stayed with me.
« Eventually, they’ll find a new hobby. »
Then, one Tuesday morning, Claire couldn’t get out of bed. By afternoon, she was in the hospital while Dr. Matthews ordered tests.
For six days, nobody could give me a clear answer. Claire got weaker, and I got busier.
I tracked her meals, temperatures, medications, and test results.
On the seventh morning, Dr. Matthews finished checking Claire’s chart.
« We’re still ruling things out, Penny, » he said.
Claire couldn’t get out of bed.
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