Mina refused her breakfast this morning, the same breakfast she gobbled up yesterday morning. She’s listless, depressed, and nothing I could do cheered her up. Of course, I’m utterly distraught and heartbroken at the news that her spleen isn’t responding to the chemo drugs and Mina knows me better than anyone else and can tell when I’m faking a good mood.

I’m angry and bitchy and ::thisclose:: to tears and I want her to live, damn it. I want her to get well and nothing I’m doing is working.