more bad news

finally got hold of my godfather's partner. he was, as predicted, too tired to talk to anyone. he wasn't dealing with the chemo very well. also, it was the worst day since the chemo, as they went to the doctor's. she didn't say what the conclusion was, but i'm guessing it's pretty bad. it also turns out he has a chemo a week (!) for 3 weeks, then a 2-week break, then back again. i'm sure things have changed since my mother's chemo, but still. one a week doesn't sound very good, even if the mixture is weaker. and then she said this one thing: we don't even live a day at a time, but an hour at a time. this followed straight on from her saying 'i know you wanted to come and visit but...' somehow, i don't think i'll see R. again, and it kills me.

i asked her if she was alone with R., dealing with it and all, and she is. i said she could call, if she wanted to talk, but then, what is there to say?