The requirement for
stronger pain relief for my dad sent my sister and me on a three hour trawl to the doctors’
surgery twice and three separate pharmacies (one of them twice) before we were
able to source the stuff, even then, once administered by a nurse the desired
effect of a calm and peaceful rest proved elusive and old fashioned gripping of
the his hand seemed most effective, reminding me of when as a child we would arm
wrestle and he would only occasionally let me win; tonight he was wrestling
with something he could not beat and eventually, mercifully, he relaxed and peacefully
surrendered.
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