The doctor's changed his mind. He's decided to increase the level of antibiotics they're giving her. I don't know whether he has hope that she'll pull through or if he just did it to placate my aunt Sandra. Now I feel like a vulture because I want her misery ended, one way or the other. To me it seems pointless to prop her up with medication if there's no chance that it will improve her quality of life...

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