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I reached to help her out of the bath. “No,” she said. “I have to do this. You won’t always be around so I have to keep doing for myself, or I’ll lose the ability.”

Yesterday morning, while my 86-almost 87-year-old mother was bathing, I went into the bathroom to help. Really, I went in there because company was ringing our doorbell, and even though it was one in the afternoon on a Saturday, I was still in my nightgown. My husband, already dressed for the day, went to answer the door and I escaped into the bathroom with my mother, thinking I’d help her dress and then shower myself.

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