My mother is in the hospital again for her second chemo treatment. She’s nervous and afraid because the first treatment took so much out of her and made her terribly ill. When I called her this morning she sounded like she didn’t want to go through with it. She had also been ill the night before, had vomitted up bile and blood, and had a slight fever. I’m bracing myself for bad news soon. It was very hard to stay strong while I had her on the phone, regardless of being at work. Usually I keep my world strictly separate, but this thing has me so high strung I can’t help it anymore.