Auntie Sue died last night about 10:30 pm. Mom went over about 9am and Sue was screaming in pain. Found a doc about 10ish who ordered morphine. Which, of course, didn't fucking arrive until after 2pm. She never made it to Hospice, but thankfully, a hospice nurse came and sat with her so mom could go home. The nurse called mom at 1030 and told her she was dying and held the phone up to Sue's
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