Diagnosis

Some time ago the words of my oncologist about my bad prognosis depressed me visibly, and she recommended discussions with a psychiatrist. We have wondered her action both with my nephew and niece and my friends.

But my good friend didn't stop there. She made the right diagnosis. She drove over with some just baked cakes and a plastic bag full of fresh strawberries from the open market that operates here nearby on Fridays. :-)))