I spent the afternoon with at her house yesterday. She was resting and trying to sleep, so we didn't get to talk much.

The pain and discomfort from the tumor makes her not want to talk for too long. She's not eating much which has me worried, but we are trying to give her, her space and comfort.

She asked me to look into getting her a "hospital" bed for her. That while makes sense, has freaked me out. It is makes me picture her in that bed in her room, fading away.