We're engrafting!

Jimmy's WBC is up to 1.6 today, and he looks and feels better than he has in days. I'm almost afraid to say it, but I believe the worst is over. When Jimmy's fever was so high, we didn't do much walking; we tried, but he was terribly weak. This morning, Dr. Waller told Jimmy he wanted to see him out walking the halls. "Let's see," he said, quickly figuring on the blackboard, " you've been in the hospital for 14 days, and at 21 laps a day, you owe me 194 laps." He was kidding, of course. I think.