A bath and a change of clothes at the hotel were long overdue, and it was nice to have a place to park our luggage, but the hotel room seemed so lonesome and empty, and separation anxiety got the better of me. After I got back to ICU and determined that Jimmy was stable, I relaxed and took a long nap in my recliner in the hall.

Jimmy is calm and resting peacefully, and I hope his poor fatigued picked-on body can get the rest it needs to fight. I have not heard him cough once. He has a fever around 40.0 degrees C (about 104 F) but is probably due to the procedures today. Dr. Nooka from the cancer clinic (the doctor who gave us the ray of hope yesterday) stopped by and was very upbeat.  He had called Dr. Lonial who wholeheartedly agrees with our decision.

Ever so often, I talk to Jimmy.  We have received many messages of love and prayers, and I've been relaying them to Jimmy.  I think he's hearing me because while I'm talking, his heart and respiration rates change a little on the monitors like he's listening.