Limp

Saturday 19 May late evening

Lara feels week and limp this afternoon and evening and a small fever is trying to get ahead of Novalgine and Dafalgan. The whole afternoon she rests on top of the sheets, fully clad, her eyes closed, very deep asleep at times. She doesn't look good, my friends. Lara herself blames it on the bad night's sleep she's had, but there is more afoot then that, I'm afraid.

I secured an aerosol breathing apparatus, but I am reticent putting it together and connecting ot to her face. She can't take it right now. Also, I want to prop her up and get ready for a skype conversation with teenage friend Tia Higano, out of Seattle, at 7:00PM. No appetite.

She did have a long talk with Tia, a director at the Hutchinson's Center for Cancer Research ("the Hutch") in Seattle. The two had last met when they were about 14 years of age. One and a half hour was scarcely enough to fill the huge gap. Lara had to muster every last bit of energy and threw in the towel a little after nine. "I hope you don't mind", she said to her friend. The two will talk again.