Annie is dying from Multiple Sclerosis. I have "lost" clients before,...but to have them die....is not my favorite way to lose them,..especially when they are only 44 years old and have a forty year old husband and an an eleven year old boy. I hate MS and the way that it destroys the human body.

At this particular moment,..I even HATE being a nurse. I gave Annie a kitty..to cheer her up one time and we put a little Mexican hat on the cat and then,..on me. Annie laughed for the first time in two years..so her son said, and she was not depressed anymore.

Then,..we went to Arbys and got hot peppers stuffed with cream cheese and tacos from Taco Bell and bought a "pinata" or whatever you call the thing and had an "Ohio-Mexican' party to celebrate the fact that SHE was not going to be sad anymore.

Now,..Annie is drowning in her own mucus,..slowly, and she insists on staying at home because she is afraid to go to the hospital, and her little boy has to watch it happen, and I have to watch it happen because she was not just my client,..but my FRIEND.

How do you tell an eleven year old that mommy is not going to make it.....this time???????? How do you tell a child that his mother is going to die??

All you bright and shining stars out there with witty remarks and proud scarcasm,..tell me what to say to a child..whose mother is dying..when that child's mama should just be preparing for the "best part of her life??"