love

In the last week or so, I've changed my brother's dressing covering the bed sore on his tail bone, I've made on the fly choices about pain management at 3 in the morning with no attending to consult, changed out fentanyl patches, and I've administered countless doses of medications to my brother all with little sleep.  But when I found myself this evening administering the morphine suppository rectally, now that's brotherly love.