A year ago yesterday was the date Margret got her first (and last) helicopter ride as she was transferred from the local hospital to the hospital in Philadelphia where she could be cared for by her specialist.
A year ago yesterday was the day she said, with fear in her face, "I'm not ready to die!"
A year ago today, she had enough with the pain and the hard time breathing that she said, "I quit!", threw everyone out of her room and then lay unresponsive until her sisters came to see her. While the sisters and I were discussing possible birthday party plans, she wiggled her toes. The next morning I woke to the sound of her voice. I was so very very happy.