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Esther completed her final chemotherapy session on the twenty-first of December. She had almost two weeks of holiday ahead as the physiotherapy department was closed for the traditional break between Christmas and New Year. Any holiday, even unpaid, was welcome. The timing was perfect to prepare her for the next battle, radiotherapy.
She had spent Christmas Day at home, her first visit since her father had asked her to leave. She hadn’t neglected her mum, however, as they met once a week at a cafe near the hospital. Maybe one day Blanche would visit her at Naomi’s.
Every day, Esther slept late and napped in the afternoons. The evenings, she and Naomi reserved for craft and chatting. They had years to catch up on.
The summer sunlight lingered until eight in the evening. Tonight, the
