a lost fight a good fight

*A LOST FIGHT A GOOD FIGHT*

I look at her, her body so frail, her breathing so laboured. It hurts my chest, her coughing so intense it hurt my ribs. Her bones bowed out of shape. She was hard to look at. She drooled, her wounds stunk. Her face bare, her lips bled.

She choked on her food, coughed it up on my face. She could not swallow her pills. The doctors called it a rare Cancer but it was a burden for her for us. They told...