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Plenty of visitors, and she even ate some food. Andy brought her a malt from her favorite place, and she had about half of that... and earlier, she'd sent me out for rolls, and she ate half of one.

But this evening, after everyone was gone, she asked me if there was anything that anyone could do....

And I had to tell the truth... no, sweet babe, there's nothing that can be done. Nothing. Nothing. Not a fucking thing that anyone can do, goddamn it.

She can put it out of her mind, most of the time... and I can't, not for a minute.

She rolls her eyes when people pray for her, heh. At least when she knows that I can see her... she wouldn't let anyone else see her doing that, of course, she's too much of a lady for that.

Right now, she seems to be holding her own, and I'm so happy about that... the more days that we can have with her happy the better.

Rhonda made chicken and noodles and brought some over, but I couldn't get Karen to eat any, but Reta and I did.... excellent, of course.

Fuck cancer. Just fuck it.