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Kim came over about noonish, bringing goodies of the pastry sort, and coffee for Karen. She'd taken the day off to spend some time with Karen.

She also did the dishes while she was here and sorted some papers out that Karen had around her chair.

And Karen did stay awake most of the time that she was here, but she didn't eat anything until after Kim had left, and then only part of a half of a pecan sticky roll... it was a big one, though. I tried to get her to drink a malt made with ensure later, but she wouldn't.

We got the radiation moved up to Tuesday at 15:00 instead of Thursday at 12:30, and then I had to get the cancer center to juggle patients to change the 10:30 appointment to 14:00 so that we wouldn't have to make two trips. They were very nice about it, of course.

The rest of her radiation treatments will be at 12:30 every day, which is a nice time; there shouldn't be any delays, since the tech will be coming back from lunch then.

I also had to do some errands, go to the bank and then to the Oxygen place to exchange cylinders and then to the hospital to pick up prescriptions.

MD Anderson never did call back, so I called them about 16:00 and went through a lot of people before I found out who was handling Karen's case. They were busy with another patient, and they would call back. They never did.

At this point, though, there is no way that Karen can travel down there, she's just way too weak; additionally, I don't really think that they will have much to offer, but dammit, we gotta try, at least.

O'yeah... the good news today: the house is sold, and we have a check. Fucking finally! But neither of us feel much like celebrating....

But it is so nice to not have that over our heads any more, and I think that Karen is a lot more relieved than I am... she was worried more about it.

I have been too nice with Karen re: eating. Tomorrow I'm not gonna be so nice... I don't care that she doesn't ***want*** to eat, she ***has*** to eat. This nutritional deficiency is affecting her mind, too, I think.

My other choice is to just sit here and watch her just melt away, consumed by the cancer.

Fuck cancer. Just fuck it.