as i sit here thinking about how my life is going to go back to fairly normal tomorrow, there is a lady next to me, behind the curtain who is dying. Theresa has Alzheimer's, and though i know nothing of the disease, it seems as though she is losing to it. she doesnt speak, only taps her chest repeatedly now and then, almost like she's trying to get someone's attention. the doctors and nurses have come in and out, going behind the curtain, talking about high fevers and DNR. i've never heard the phrase DNR spoken except for on tv, i have to say it's a bit freaky, and very sad. her son was in with her earlier today and he was speaking of her so highly, how strong her heart was, how she always fought back.... i wonder when they will call him.