It has been a bit of a ghastly night, with another doctor coming at 2 am and giving some injections to control the nasty symptoms. The doctor was a small black woman with the most gentle voice, and she examined Vick thoroughly and said she felt it was cancer causing all this deterioration, not any infection. She brought with her a huge white man as a bodyguard, as he explained Ditchling can be very rough sometimes and they don't do lone working. He was helpful with repositioning Vicky as she is finding it hard to move.
The hospice has offered Vicky a bed, but we are waiting to see if we can get enough support in the community to stay here first.
It is calm here with just Millie and me at the moment. Vicky is sleeping all the time. She seems comfortable at present, and we have suspended all arrangements. Millie and I have had porridge and tea and watched the bunnies jumping outside. I'm hoping the district nurses will come soon with useful supplies.
I know that Vick would want to reassure everyone that she is OK.
Josie
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