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For the past hour or so I have been attempting to navigate my way through Google, trying to discover how emotional stress can effect chemo therapy.  There is no good time for a mother to die, but I can’t help but wish that Tracy’s mother could have somehow managed to live a little longer, or at least until Tracy’s chemo treatments are over.

She has already had to delay her most recent scheduled treatment while she sat in the hospital with her, until her death this morning. And so I read - everything I can find - and it just makes me worry.

Tracy and her mother were devoted to each other. And now it is one more emotional life line that she has lost, right in the middle of this ordeal of her own. I’m sure that other partners feel the same sense of helplessness that I feel, when the chemo works its dark magic on Tracy’s body, and you wish you could take just a little of the pain away.

Now I’m just afraid that between the delayed chemo treatment and her mother’s death, her recovery may that much more difficult.

rsdrake@nwark.com