My mother, Rosalind, is in her fifth year living with ovarian cancer. Her survival has been remarkable, given that five years is pretty much the outer limit of longevity for this disease. After four and a half years of sheer bloody mindedness, courage and fierce independence, she now spends her days and nights in the gentle, good-humoured care of the staff at the Sacred Heart palliative unit in Darlinghurst. This is my third year raising money for OCRF, and it will be my hardest in so many ways. I hope I can amuse you enough with my daily posts for you to exceed last year's bounty of $2000 you sponsored to aid research into this insidious and invisible disease. With thanks and love, from me and Rosalind.