My brother is mentally retarded. His words. Not totally politically correct is it.
However, these are his words.
Today I fill out an advance directive for him. I don't know. I am his sister and he is my responsibility. I love him dearly, but why must I do this?
I had to apply the DNR for my father during an episode when he was hospitalized. He died of Alzheimer's. I loved him and I love my brother.
Today I decide his fate when others won't. Words to decide a fate, a person.
Monday, June 30, 2008
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