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It started off with, as she described it, as "The Breakfast From Hell" and I thought that she was exagerating until I heard the story.

She was brought a slice of cold toast on a plate, no butter, and a bown of what she was told was oatmeal. She asked for some sugar for her oatmeal, and some milk.

Well, she decided to taste the oatmeal while the sugar and milk were on the way... and found that it was gravy. With lumps of sausauge. And the lumps were pieces of cristle... which will cause her to stop eating even a very good steak.

At that point, she called me to bring her some breakfast, and I stopped by McDs' for a coupla breakfast biscuits.

And she ate about two bites... her appetite was long gone by this time.

And shortly after, the visitors started, from 10:00 until past 17:30, when I left... I was worn out too.

Not as much as Karen was, of course. I did get her up long enough to get a shower and a change of clothes, and she felt much better after that.

And she is feeling much better, just going by the amount of bitching that she does, heh.

And the better that she seems, the harder it is for me to believe that I'm gonna be losing her soon....

And the better she feels, the harder it gets for her to accept that fact, too.

This whole situation fucking sucks, even though we can superficially cover it up.

But every day that I have her is a wonder for me.

And it has been since I met her... I am a very lucky man, and I should not forget that in my sorrow... few have been so lucky, to have found the love of their lives and to have had them for so long.

And, like every other greedy man, I just want more... more time, more time.... more life, goddamn it.

Fuck cancer. Just fuck it.