Windy and Hope squeeze and snuggle on a bed meant for one.

Hope is not doing well.

The chemotherapy from last week didn’t work. Her tumors continued to grow.

She has three tumors on the right side of her face from her cheek to under her jaw. She has one on the opposite side of her face. In addition, that chemo caused awful diarrhea.

We had an ultrasound Saturday. It showed tumors outside her colon. But she is active and alert—even demanded a walk yesterday.

So, we started one last chemo infusion Saturday. Today a medication will arrive to our house from Arizona. It is a chemo pill she is to take once a day for five days. We need gloves to administer it. It will be the put the capsule in her mouth and make her swallow routine. I know she will not like it.

Will this last chemo work? I don’t know. We only can hope. If it doesn’t—no more chemo. We will move into hospice mode.

I am preparing to get my heart broken.