Nunca deixo de achar lindas as supresas que vida manda para me acarinhar. Quase me faz acreditar que existe um deus...

"Much has been written about the dream of “a good death.” What we really mean is a “good life” until the end. For ourselves and those we love, we hope that the last hours will be gentle and that death will come as a fall breeze through dry leaves, a silent sunset. However, sometimes, the end comes like a storm, screaming in the night, blocking out the light, trying to toss us apart. Stand together. Comfort each other. Remember your love."
James Salwitz

What an oncologist feels.
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