My sister has cancer

[watervole]

My beloved sister Rosalie has just been diagnosed with inoperable ovarian cancer.

She has two lovely little boys - the youngest has just learnt to crawl.

Why is this having to happen to her when she was so happy? After false starts in the past, she'd found the man who was perfect for her. They had a large untidy house where they were bringing up two of the happiest little boys I've ever known. She took to motherhood like a duck to water.

She enjoys her children. She was happy giving up work to be at home with them. They didn't have a massive income from just her partner's work, but they had enough for what they wanted.

They were happy.

I don't know what the prognosis is yet. They still need to do more tests. I don't yet know if chemo can help. The survival rate seems to depend on how early it is detected and I don't know that yet.

I have to stop crying.

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[watervole.livejournal.com]

Ah, I assumed you'd seen the note I left in your journal.
Forget the e-mail. Right now, all I really need is to know that people are here. scarlatti is looking after me, even if she doesn't realise she's doing it. And grumpoldusenaut and kerravonsen even if they're both handicapped by not being able to phone me.
Thanks for the hug. I need all the hugs I can get right now.