With the help of a friend from the hospital, I went by taxi to go see my beloved today. I doubt she knew I was there though I talked to her and stroked her forehead.
I will try to go again tomorrow with her son giving me a ride if possible. But there is no good news to share, and I can only hope there will be better news tomorrow. There is very little chance of any news being good, and the doctors and nurses don't expect any good news. They keep trying to keep me from getting my hopes up, when it is so unlikely there will be any chance she will survive both the infection and this aggressive cancer.
It is all I can do to try to hold it together, and not break down every time I have to think about it.