Saturday, July 12, 2008

An Antic Interlude

"Dying's easy. Comedy is hard." --Sir Donald Wolfit's Last Words...

which segues nicely into:

We hardly exchanged even bare syllables today. Not viva voce, but on the IM; this was the textual equivalent of grunts. Lila's pain is bad. The bad day after chemo seems to recede one each time. After the first one, she was hospitalized a day after. This time, the pain and discomfort didn't really start until last night and this morning, I guess. I'm always hesitant to call until she invites me to. This sucks.

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