I went to prof today, very frustrated.

He's right. I can't hurry things, not when it comes to matters like that. There's no need to keep trying to cheer her up. Just let her speak her mind, and keep reassuring her. Talking and venting is better than bottling it up. Worrying about ironing clothes is better than worrying about the illness. And worrying is acknowledgement – it's better than laughing and denying reality.

I slowly calmed down and tried to see things his way.

This time, I guess, he just gave me a lesson on patience. And on the futility of certain acts when it comes to grief, or depression.