watervole | Not the best of days

Spoke to Molly last night. She's feeling pretty down. They x-rayed her arm and
it isn't healing at all. Three weeks and no improvement at all.

I want to go and see Rosalie, but I can't. I went to the doctor about my voice
and there's some kind of throat infection stopping it recovering. This means
that I can't go near anyone on chemo for obvious reasons. As soon as she gets
any infection she has to go back into hospital. (she's in and out all the time
at the moment)

We've got a pretty accurate idea of where we are now. If she gets another two
years, then we're lucky. She isn't going to recover. She knows that. We know
that. The good news is that palliative care may at least make her remaining
time bearable.

Oddly enough, knowing and accepting the worst makes it easier in some way. when
you know, you can face up to it.

I've given my brother in law a standing offer for the next twenty years. Any
time he needs a week's holiday - let me look after my nephews. It'll be a
pleasure for me - I already know I'm going to miss Henry like hell when he goes
to university.

The true irony is that Rosalie is right on the end of the bell curve for stomach
cancer. All the things that reduce your risk of getting it, she's that kind of
person. Vegetarian, etc.

Not the best of days

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