May 26, 2011 was the last time Dorothy ever asked me to do anything for her. She seldom asked for anything; she always was the giver. But on that date, she had an appointment with Dr. Collea, her oncologist. Her hands were unsteady, too unsteady to apply her eye makeup, so she asked me to do it for her. I tried my best. We didn't know that would be her last appointment with him. She was gone six days later.
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