Home today! She came out of hospital last Monday, and has been staying with another friend near the hospital since. She now feels strong enough to look after herself, although climbing stairs is a major effort. I cooked her egg fried rice, and she ate more than I've seen her eat for two months (a third of a normal portion to you or me), and I hope she doesn't explode. Still got her hair despite the chemo, so we're enjoying that while it lasts. Watched Andy Murray do what we Brits are best at- losing gallantly. Walked in HER garden for five minutes, tired her out completely. She's lived on air for nweeks. Fat gone, muscle largely gone, smile still there.

Trying to arrange an informal rota of friends and neighbours to make sure someone visits regularly throughout the week.

I hope this is near the bottom- she's been magnificent so far but there's only so much the human frame can take. Still, home, her own bed, glorious sunshine outside. Life could be worse.