When you're terminally ill, so much of your recovery is dependent on a healthy mental outlook. Robin doesn't seem to have a good outlook. She's almost embracing each gorey detail and I'm so tore up about her I can just take talking about it in small doses. I should be more supportive. She's always talked a lot about her health issues to everyone and when it's this serious, it cuts like a knife right through me. But there's really no rules of ettiquette when you're this ill. If you want to talk doom and gloom, you certainly have the right. It just makes it very hard on the loved ones. She's my only sibling and I've always felt like her protector and now I find it hard to listen to her. I want to focus on recovery, the chemo, and her getting well. Maybe she does need to wallow in it awhile and then we'll move on to solutions.