By all means, Nancy needs full disclosure.
Gawd... then the theater of the mind kicks in...
Nancy: "Anything unusual this week?"
Espy: "Yeah..." ::zzzip:: "What do you make of THIS?!?!??"
Cue Music: "Chicka chicka bow wow"
Actually, to be fair Nancy is a sweetheart -- 150%. She helps when I'm getting chemo, and that lasts about 6-7 hours. She's quick to provide a warm blanket... something to eat or drink... or just talk for a while. She holds my hand... jokes... prays... offers concern. Two weeks ago I almost died -- she told me last week just how close I came to checking out. She was really upset about it -- moreso than I was. I guess I didn't really know how bad things were at the time... but she did. She's been a gem... and I feel mostly guilty about even suggesting anything beyond honest appreciation.
Mostly.
The rest I'll blame on the chemo.