We're off at 1PM for Mom's regular 2PM radiotherapy appointment. Mom's about ready to finishing "primping" (she doesn't really primp these days, but Dad helps her wash and dress), which means I need to get lunch laid out for her. Mrs. Farwell came by again today and dropped off more food for Mom. Her own mother died of cancer not long ago, at the age of 85, I think, so she sympathizes with us and has some idea what Mom is going through.
Right-- off I go. The kitchen is calling.
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