ONE STEP AT A TIME
Jul 16, 2020
3 minutes
BIG health story
Pulling out the last slice of bread from the packet, my mum Doris frowned.
I’ll need to get some more bread,’ she sighed.
It was 2003, and Mum, then 79, was treating me and my dad Robert, then 81, to lunch.
Tucking into our sandwiches, Mum frowned.
‘I’ll need to get some more bread,’ she said.
‘I know, Mum,’ I replied gently. ‘You just said that.’
For a while now, Mum had been more
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