LET HER EAT CAKE: Briggs about to attack a whole chocolate-mousse cake a week before she got out of hospital. She
was in for thirty-one days altogether after the reaction to the 'blood-building' drug she'd been given at a cancer centre, but the doctors here
called it a remarkable recovery. She'd gone down to 102 pounds, but with a combination of starting her morning with three bowls
of cream of wheat along with food I'd bring in each day, and to quote Briggs, her "eating like a piglet," we got her back up
to 111 pounds in just under two weeks. I took in the cake to celebrate the 111 mark. Actually most of it was "attacked"
by the (very supportive) nursing staff. It was funny, when I was buying the candles, the supermarket checker asked me, amazed, "Someone's
turning 111?"
