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Me and my skin and blister. And for any non Londoners that's rhyming slang for sister.

Difficult week this one. Today, 9th November 4 years ago was a Wednesday and I remember it like yesterday, When I say remember, I don't really remember every detail as much as every emotion and feeling and most of all the deep gut wrenching fear.
J had been poorly for ages and eventually taken into the Royal Marsden on the previous Saturday. Mr L and I visited on Sunday and were amazed with how much better she looked. She was watching tv when we arrived and we spent an enjoyable couple of hours with her before the 90 minute drive home again. I spoke on the phone to her Monday and Tuesday, and I don't know what or why I was alerted to take Wednesday off last minute and go visit. I remember coming home and telling Mr L how scared I was, how grey she looked, how her tummy was swollen and how yellow her eyes were and how, although we chatted for a while and Had a couple of laughs, I still felt a deep fear. She just wasn't right. Mr L told me I was being daft, how well she was on Sunday, but she wasn't like that any more.

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