As some of you know, der frau is an oncology research coordinator. Yep, she's the one who handles the studies to see whether the stuff the medical companies come out with to fight various kinds of cancer actually work. It's a damn tough job, one that I wouldn't want - because she has to meet with each patient, get consent forms signed, have all sorts of contact with the patient... and she gets to feel for them.
Most days she can leave it at the office. But some days... well, the Cheerful Oncologist has some thoughts over at The Cheerful Oncologist :: Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow
Today she found out that the wife of one of her favorite doctors has ovarian cancer. He's a really nice guy, she says, and all his patients that she's worked with think he's great. (Yep, he's an oncologist also...) They don't know just how far it's advanced, they'll find out Thursday. She says he's a real family guy and they've got three kids.
The youngest one's about a year old.
So, today's been pretty rough for her. She has her ways of coping, of being detatched - but this one blindsided her. If you've got a prayer or two to send her way, well, I don't think it'd be wasted. I'm not too sure about how useful prayer is myself - but it won't hurt.
J.