You can never have enough...

[Oh_hunnihunni]

I had a long call from J, in the resthome. Apparently she is seeing the doc in the next day or so, and is probably heading for a day stay at the hospital to have fluid drained, her tissues are so overloaded she is sweating the stuff. 'I look like a starving Biafran' she told me. Shows our age that she uses that term. But, her sense of humour is intact, though it is getting harder to unearth it. She hopes to make Christmas, but makes no promises.

I so admire her courage, I think I would've opted for the easier way out by now. But who knows. Until we are in that place, we just don't know, do we?