“Have you been taking your meds?”
“What have your blood sugars been running?”
“Yeah, I haven’t been checking them.”
I paused for a moment to regroup. She was 8 months overdue for her office visit. Still, better late than never, right?
“Doc, I decided that I needed to start taking my health more seriously. I promise I am going to do better. My baby mamma… well I call her that… died last night. She had lupus, had been really sick. She has a teenage daughter…”
“Wait. What’s her name?”
She told me.
She was gone.
It was over, then.
Over two years I had watched her pain grow, her eyesight fade, horrible wounds opening up, infections, blood clots… suffering upon suffering upon suffering.
We knew it was going to happen, she and I. She wanted to die except that it would leave her daughter alone, with no one. She would take any amount of suffering to protect that girl.
Independence Day came anyway.