Thursday, January 24, 2008
Things are looking pretty dire. Mr. Kasper is only getting worse, and what he has by now ENTIRELY fits the profile of advanced mediastinal lymphoma - i.e. the worst kind. We are thinking about the unthinkable at this point. I was pulled together until last night, when I talked to R on the phone, she was crying, and she told me Mr. Kasper kept looking at her as if he wanted her to help him. I am worried about getting through this - I feel gutted. But I'm leaving this afternoon, and I will be able to hug him and hold him tonight. I need strength because I feel like I will fall apart.