if life hands you a nasal cannula, you just flip it down for the mouth-breather.

It’s 3:35 AM and I owe an immeasurable debt to hospice nurse Corina. There is simply no greater comfort, medical knowledge, and support I could have been given when I called to ask for advice regarding my father’s breathing difficulties and resultant anxiety.

Yes, I should be sleeping; I’m not. My mother, however, is. This is a huge blessing, as is the family I am surrounded by – all sleeping, too. I only have a few hours to go and maybe I’ll get some sleep, too.

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