not good

She Who Must Be Obeyed returned from her specialist today with shocking news, cancer has been confirmed.

But they still don't know where it is or if it's one or two or a dozen or hundreds of microscopic cancers.

Her seratonin levels are the give away and a sure sign there's cancer in her somewhere. The specialist put her straight onto a regime of Sandostatin LAR - one shot a month, probably forever.

She's devastated. Had herself convinced there was nothing there. There still isn't if you try and take a picture of it through all of the scans, but something is worrying her specialist. I really feel for her. I really love her. And I just don't know what to do. Helpless doesn't describe it. I'm totally unable to do anything or say anything to help her.

And her family isn't helping. Boy wonder - the step son - is apparently on the run from someone in Melbourne. Step daughter rang up whinging about how she has no privacy, no room to move, can't do or say anything cos her brothers' there. That put a smile on my face, now she knows how we felt for ten weeks, and it's only been a few days for her.