When our turn came I asked the Doctor if I could come in, to be close to my wife.After taking all the details, the Doctor started asking normal questi...ns about the pain Ana was suffering. He asked some embarrassing questions, about how often did we have sex or about any STD’s in the past… and worst of all, what position did we normally have sex… and if we did have rough sex.He added that it was very important for him to knew, as the pain could be life threatening disease. After asking these. Hild had tidied up the living area, returned the sleeping-bag to the bedroom and was sitting at the table eating her breakfast of porridge. It looked like the Hild of old had returned."Please, if you are going to get up, take it easy for the next few days, I don't want you to hurt yourself," I said and went over and gave her a kiss on the cheek."I will, but please don't fuss over me," she said.With that the matter was closed, and we continued to eat our breakfast. The other three entered and. We didn’t even go to the funeral. The “system” is pretty heartless in situations like this. To the law, it’s all black and white, and the shades of gray that are “the other family” are ignored completely.The exception was our university family. Granted, they didn’t know all the details, but they gave us both time off to go to what they thought of as our “home”. Michael drove us there in his car so we wouldn’t have to endure the bus trip.Mom was torn up, listless, her spirit broken when we got. Even a shopping excursion with Marc couldn't snap me out of it. As we perused the aisles, he would point out one thing or another, stuff that I knew other people at work were wearing, like a great looking pair of suede-look navy walking shorts and matching vest that Marc picked and paired some blue suede shoes with. He absolutely had to have the shoes. I couldn't really argue with his fashion acumen, though the open toes, ankle straps, 4" inch heel and 1" platform paired with white.