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I don't really have any good words to use in response to this, but I wanted you to know I read it and that it kind of struck chords. It sounds, in some respects, like a more protracted and sad version of Nanna's last year, where she wasn't really sick, or even all that frail in her case, but where I think we both kind of knew on some intuitive level that it was coming, though obviously in your case there's a slower and more heartbreaking deterioration. It's a very bittersweet time. {{{{{hugs}}}}}