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My Journey With Helping My Mom Die in Peace

and the challenges of getting appropriate medical care

Photo by Bret Kavanaugh on Unsplash

The Week Prior

I’d gotten a call from my stepdad — I’ll call him John — that my Mom wasn’t doing very well. She’d been bedridden for a week (or two?), had stopped eating, was drinking very little water, and was more confused than usual.




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Michelle Jaqua

Michelle Jaqua

Advocate for Women / Owner of The Virago

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