The Day My Daughter Told the Doctor to Let Me Go While I Lay There Unable to Speak

My name is Dorothy Bennett. I am sixty-eight years old, a retired third-grade teacher, and I live in Beaverton, Oregon, where March rain taps the windows like it has all the time in the world and the rhododendrons in the front yard have been blooming without any help from me for twenty-two years.

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