I have never seen anything like this. It is eating away his jaw, his mouth, his face, and he just sits there and looks at me when I visit— can barely talk. He could not afford to stay in the hospital and since there was little they could do for him there at any rate, he has returned home where all he does is lie in his bed. The doctors fear the worst: that secondary cancers will occur in the neck glands. When they can afford it, his children, Kathleen, Ann, and Carmen, buy a supply of steaks, and Mike keeps them on his face so that the cancer will eat them instead of him. Lockwood Avenue is at the other end of the city. I have to take the streetcar out to the east end, then back across the city to where we live in the west end, a distance of about ten miles. Simpson's is midway between the two, so a trip after work becomes more like fifteen miles, and I cannot get home until nine or ten o'clock at night. Margaret is a gem. She says that she understands, and I think that she does. She has assumed the role of housekeeper and family cook.
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