The tumor reminds me of a tidal wave sweeping everything in its path; in this case teeth and bone. It seems to dissolve and float the once stable things into this mass of red tissue and bubbles. Today she ate take home organic chicken from Whole Foods Wednesday two dollar off day. She is eager for the taste and is sound asleep as snow drifts litely on the ground out side the glass doors. She is a shelter from the storm and a refuge. Yet she cannot be reduced to anything really that simple. I know that now more and more.