Trouville
Middle Deal Road
Deal
Sunday
Dear Uncle Julius
I am writing to you because I scarcely know how to break the news – Aunt Lizzie’s operation is over, but they could only operate a very little and the doctor has told me this evening that it is hopeless. I am absolutely stunned and I hardly know what I am doing. It seems it cannot be true; only yesterday she was so bright and brave and it seems so dreadful. The doctor told me so baldly and mercilessly that I feel now as if I have lived through weeks since I knew. I had to tell Mother and I am so afraid it will make her ill. I must keep up, but no one knows what she has been to me. I know this will be a shock to you all. I wish I could have told it less crudely. Doctor says it is possibly very soon, perhaps only a fortnight – I cannot, oh I cannot believe it. I cannot write more, I have had so many dreadful letters to write and it seems so very, very hard.
Marian
