HE AIN'T HEAVY, HE'S MY BROTHER.
The nights are the hardest. I shouldn’t hear him breathing from my bedroom, but I do. I can tell when he is sleeping, or the minute he sits up, laboring to get air. Although rasping, the cough is also muted because his lungs are so full and his throat is so swollen. The hospital bed rented from the... Sign in to see full entry.