I’ve not shared a whole lot about the fact that my mother-in-law has cancer, but only because she’s a shy, private person, and her information is not mine to share.
She is in hospital now, awaiting news from a battery of tests that we all fear will not be good.
For such an elegant woman, who enjoys being surrounded by beautiful things, like soft, clean linens, and lovely foods on pretty plates, the idea of her being confined in a crappy old hospital, with even crappier food, with a constant stream of doctors coming and going… makes me feel so sick and sad for her.
There isn’t a whole lot I can do, but I boiled a few eggs, and blanched some asparagus, sliced cheddar, curled smoked salmon… Martin took a cooler packed with fresh berries, and yogurt mixed with walnuts, apples and honey.
It’s a small repast I hope she can enjoy today. It’s the very least I can do for her. She’d do the very same for me – only on a prettier plate, for certain.
And so we wait to see…
Man, do I ever hate waiting.