Jan 16
5 min read
In Dreams There is Healing
Fiction
At first, I had little hope. My future was bleak — stuck in a wheelchair at the nursing home and a breathing tube in my nose. The aides fed, bathed, and dressed me like a baby. Life was a series of days that all came together as one bad dream.
My sister, Sara, came to visit every Monday. She brought me clean shirts, fresh pillowcases, and food that I could easily digest — along…
