Roberta Shreeve: 1 book

The end of October 2011, I was admitted to the palliative unit of the hospital. I expected to die in a couple of weeks. Fate decreed otherwise and I was transferred to chronic care. I was looking for something to fill my time so I began to write poetry. At the instigation of my sister Barb, it grew into a book. So here it is, a hodgepodge of verse but my story nonetheless.