No, I’m not.
I started caring for her when I was 43.
I had never cared for another human being before. Not like that, where someone is completely dependent on you and you both have to develop a short hand language and this unshakeable trust.
Hardest, hardest thing I ever did and if she wasn’t my dear friend, I would have never done it.
I love her but, I’m sure she is happy being reunited with her husband. I hope.
Dear Gawd, she was hilarious. OMG.
Well, good for you anyway. I’d find it much harder to deal with the bad pan stuff than the soft tissue infection. Probably couldn’t do it.
I experienced a flesh-eating condition of my own, down to bone also, was untreatable but fortunately not contagious and I could take care of it myself, more or less.