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Not really.
My son was there.
My own mind was there, finally refusing sedation.
A nurse was there, kind and matter-of-fact.
A stranger was there, offering tissues without curiosity.
Diane was there.
And somewhere inside myself, maybe for the first time in years, I was there too.
That turned out to be enough to begin.
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