It warms my heart to read & feel the optimism in the most recent posts. Sadly, that optimism doesn't extend to the Paterson Household. It turns out that Jane's course of Radiotherapy is for palliative care only. In reality, we are in much the same position as we were in late January, early February. Jane's cancer is treatable but not curable. We are haunted by the thought that this could be her final Christmas. No one knows how much time she has left; no estimates, no futile guesses. The 'Day at a Time' approach is the only way to go, but it begins to feel that we are simply standing still, waiting for the inevitable. My thoughts & words are coloured too by the appalling, catastrophic Murder of the Innocents at Newtown, Connecticut. My American Friends, please help this ignorant Brit form a greater understanding as to why 'The Right To Bear Arms' is clung to so passionately by such a significantly large percentage of the American population.
       I'm sorry that this post is so gloomy on this bright, sunny, Sunday morning (at least here in East London).
                        Keep safe; stay close,
                                                       With Love,
                                                                      Nigel & Ann.
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