Margaret is lying in bed moaning. Don't bury me, don't bury me,
she repeats at one minute intervals. Then she asks "Do I have to put
a sign on the box saying that I am still alive?"  I tell her that
instead I will give her a kiss. I kiss her on forehead, then on the
lips. She has stopped moaning and may be asleep. I try not to wake her.

She has been totally incontinent for seven weeks. I change her as often
as she lets me, at least once a day. Then I use the hoist to lift her
into her rocking chair where I feed her yogurt with blueberries, slices
of Munster cheese, of ham and smoked turkey. For supper she has patties 
of chopped beef with mashed potatoes and several glasses of white wine.