Anticipation anxiety

Firstly may I apologise to you all for the poor quality of yesterday's 'early edition'. My editor-in-chief (yes that's you Debbie) pointed out a number of errors which I correct later. Missing words, poor grammar, made up words! Those who read the 'late edition' please ignore this paragraph!

Vicki is much the same today. She's still fighting the infection, and had a bit of a rough night. She's quite bright in herself and I've got a bit of a surprise for her later. More news on that tomorrow. (Can't believe I'm employing cheap devices like that to keep you coming back for more!).

I'm starting to get quite nervously anxious now. Trouble is, I've been reading the booklet that the hospital gave me about Vicki's condition, and it seems that her prognosis will be determined by how she responds to this initial burst of chemotherapy treatment. Currently we are in a phase of recovery from the chemo, and once we're through this the medical team should be able to asses the effectiveness of the treatment. This is starting to eat away at me as you don't want to hear the treatment is not working, but at the same time, you desperately want to hear that all is well. Every day I look for my own indicators that she is improving, but with the infection still present, and the doctors scratching their heads it's becoming increasingly difficult to remain positive, even though there are no reasons per se for me to be negative. Sorry I went a bit Latin then. That's a sign of nerves if ever there was one. I worry ergo I am. Oh my deus there I go again... et again. Absit invidia!