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Days after the news of brain tumors, Rhoda's liver is failing. She could die tomorrow, or in a few days. Mom and I are driving down in the morning. I'll have the laptop with me, but patchy internet access at best.

I'm not letting myself go into the lack of affect thing. I'm going to feel my feelings, because I can. I am strong enough to hurt, to grieve for my aunt and still get all this done. I'm not letting myself break down and cry, yet, either, but I can do that after everything is packed.