Only Fruitcake

Only Fruitcake

"Would it be alright if we came to tea ,are you up to it?"How are you?"
"Devastated to tell the truth.They said yesterday that they won't do
my operation .They are worried about my breathing.It is the bloody
anaesthetist.The others were alright but he said no.So twice a date set and then no.
They are only giving me chemo."
I searched for brightness,dug deep."Well Bella wants to tell you about
winning her races can she?" There was a Grandaughterly interlude.
And then I asked whether my Mother wanted me
to go with them to the next conference at the hospital.She didn't want me to.
She was sure she was getting the best care but she had cried.they had said
an op would affect her quality of life.
She had seen an article about chemo in the paper.It said it could give you three years.
That seemed quite a lot.
She spoke about getting travel insurance because she wanted to go on a cruise
and you can't get insurance when you have cancer not even Saga.I promised to do some research on this
and any really nice UK hotels I could find.So the minute the chemo had finished
they could go away for a few days.I had been to one recently that had a lovely Spa,
a path to the beach and ground floor rooms.There was a quote about the rooms
Chips Channon had described the decor as "for a rather pansy monk".The whole thing
was a sort of medieval folly with peacocks.My Mother chuckled.
"So I'll get something for tea you really don't have to worry Mum"
"Yes she said we have only got fruitcake"