Having spoken to the hospital, I eventually made my way up there, and established that they have no idea what's wrong with her. She is worried, and of course thinks that she is dying. I picked up from the doctors that this is not the case, but ultimately she is old and scared. The hospital has many memories for me, and all of them bad. Having to go back via Borehamwood was also difficult. It was good to get home in the evening and meet the girls after their visit away. School starts tomorrow, and they seem quite cool about it all. I am wishing that I didn't have the additional stress at the moment. Life is complicated enough as it is. On a plus note, I had a meeting with the advisor today, and all is looking promising.
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