The years that followed were for John, Andrew and
me, full of almost unbearable anxiety that would be present until Andrew died.
I was constantly waiting for the next call. He was so sick and suffered so
much.
This led to an almost constant effort at self-medication on top of struggling
with us about whether or not to take his prescribed medicines. He complained of
side effects, but as I mentioned before, what really seemed to upset him was the whole idea of being
sick and needing to take medication.
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