When Steven first came to live in Vegas I wondered how I would cope. Taking care of my invalid husband and now Steven. When I opened the door when he arrived that first night he looked like he had just escaped from a refugee camp. Steven’s smile was like it always was but his body was emaciated. The drugs had drained his body and all that was left was skin and bones. I started to cry and Steven asked why I was crying. I lied and said “because I was happy to see you, it’s been a long time”. I began to wonder what I had gotten myself into. How am I going to cope?
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