He opted for no more tests, no more treatment. We honored his decision.
I am eighteen months, to the day, younger than he. We have two sisters, both younger than we. To lose our only brother leaves three sisters cast adrift in a head sea, swamped in waves breaking tight against the course of our ship, poised - to grow old together, reminiscing, sharing, laughing about the past. But he longs to be free. We are left with no choice, but to step aside, and allow him leave.
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