Loved by everyone, Emma had lived in the nursing home for many years. However, the ravages of emphysema now kept her confined to her room. Every day, the nurses put her through difficult, but necessary breathing treatments.
Happy when it was over, Emma would carefully climb back into her bed. She would say with a weary smile, “I need a breather from those treatments!”
Story*: McGuffy Ann Morris
*This is dedicated to my real-life friend, "Emma". She was 79 years old and quite ill with emphysema when I met her. I was nineteen years old, working in a Catholic nursing home. She and I became very close in the short time I was honoured by her friendship.
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