Ma Schmidt woke up to go to the bathroom at maybe 6:45 in the morning, or so. On her way back to bed, her legs crumpled beneath her. Schmidt says she can't do that any more: next time he's going to put her on the portable commode that the hospice services left.
A little while later, along with her interminable pleas of "Help me," Ma said "I need a church." (She had never belonged to any church throughout her adult life.)
Ma slept most of the day. Schmidt met with the representatives of a funeral home, and signed a contract for cremation services.
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