I have not had the heart for writing much. Bobby's cancer
is growing despite 2 and a half years of harsh chemo. The
oncologist's answer is an even harder dose with another layer
of chemicals. Every two weeks he goes in for torture.

We do all that we can. I took some wood over yesterday so
they could build a fire during this coming snow. They have
used all their wood and a fire is a comfort on cold days.
I furnish soup and I cook and I do whatever else is needed.
He has Mandy, his little Yorkie to sleep with him and keep
him company and he has his wonderful sweet girls to try and
stay alive for. Ellie has found a reservoir of strength
somewhere and is finding the energy to do all of the things
that she needs to do to keep the household up and running,
and the girls to their activities. Adrienne doesn't even
want to celebrate her l6th birthday coming up and that tells
me that she is grieving.

I try not to be bitter. I cannot help but ask myself why
I have lived for almost 85 years with excellent health and
this curse is visited on my son who has so much to live for.