71 - The Saddest Day
...At home, Mum could no longer speak coherently and was using a typewriter which vocalised her words in a hollow alien manner. I was appalled at the speed this disease was taking away her livingness. Brain and mind intact, she could not walk or talk, had very little control over her hands and her swallowing and even breathing was being affected. She looked like the mother we knew but was not....
Gayle Woodward, in this deeply moving chapter of her life story, tells of days of sadness and loss.
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