Tangent, but:
She also addressed the so-called 'Kennedy curse' in her essay, saying that she did not want to add 'a new tragedy' to her mother Caroline's life.
That is a burden that weights on me so heavily as well ever since my brother died.
Mid-November, late at night, I nearly fainted on the toilet, in a scene very reminiscent to the immediate lead-up to my brother’s death, and had pitch-black stool suggesting intestinal bleeding. To cut the long story short, the next day, the hospital found that I was indeed anaemic, but that it was nothing that requires immediate treatment, just a gastro- and colonoscopy a while later for clarification unless things get worse.
Yesterday was said gastro- and colonoscopy (under narcosis), and fortunately, everything is well. It’s probably a possible interaction between Ibuprofen and an antidepressant I had just been prescribed.
But that night… while I recovered quickly, it was dreadful, and I too slept in my mother’s thankfully big bed, because we both feared so much that another episode could occur this night while I slept in my bed, unnoticed, and that she would lose me as well…