The day had been long—expectedly, yet uncomfortably long. I spent the whole day running around, preparing for Elon’s treatment at home. And for the first time, the house experienced a whirlwind of activities—medical equipment, phone calls, new people rearranging the house. It was overwhelming, but it had to be done. All at once, since I wasn’t really informed beforehand that it was going to be home-based.
The same day, I asked Alice to look for two maids that could assist our doctor and Elon in the house. That automatically occupied all of our vacant rooms, but at least Dr. Advani, Elon’s oncologist from India would be more comfortable. And not that I was saving those rooms for specific people, anyway.
Damian surprisingly helped me with all the necessary things needed to be done. From or
