Brühnudel !

Yeah, we had our homemade Brühnudel with Edith yesterday for lunch, then played a pleasant round of Skat, which Detti of course won, and went next door to her neighbors for coffee and cake, because they wanted to thank us (!) for keeping them informed when Edith is in for treatments. She feels fine, of course, will return to the clinic tomorrow to begin, though she's still adding, "If they let me stay," her next-to-the-last round of chemo. "I'm not going to buy the telephone card until Tuesday, cause otherwise it will run out before I leave if I have to stay a day longer." That's mother-logic if there's ever been any, just like being able to put your feet with socks on (that you've tramped through the whole apartment in) on the couch but not your bare feet which you just pulled those same socks off of.
And next Wednesday they're cutting another piece of glass out of my hand which has decided to move to the surface and make itself noticeable in the past couple of weeks. It's been there more than four months and hasn't paid any rent! But that's a minor irritation in comparison to what Edith's facing. So three cheers for the Berlin-Mom and all wishes for a complication-free administration of several IV-bottles full of anticarcinogens!