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Let’s say that she is 87, going on 88. That her 90-year-old husband had a stroke eight years ago. That she takes care of him almost on her own. That he is incapable of moving, and lies in bed with his mouth open nearly all day and all night long. That his memory comes and goes, but mainly goes. That she insists on taking him out to the living room once a day, to let him sit there, staring into space that is not...