Jimmy slept for the first part of the afternoon, then was alert and focused for several hours after he awakened.  We had a good laugh at some of his hallucinatory "memories."  Among other things, he thought somebody had stolen his beloved green Jaguar convertible and wrecked it; he thought we had been to New York in the past few days; he thought some famous actress, he couldn't remember her name, had been kicked out of the ICU unit where we were staying, for urinating on a table. He said these recollections were as clear and as real as if they had actually happened, not hazy and disjointed like in a dream.

I am back at the hotel and Jamey is spending the night with Jimmy again.  Jamey has tried to get me to do this for the last two weeks, but I wouldn't hear of it, but I'm finally admitting to myself that I MUST do it.  Neither Jamey nor I are comfortable with the sitter idea.  Jimmy enjoys having Jamey with him, and the truth is, Jimmy probably is grateful for a break from me. I've become the nagging Bad Guy, constantly saying,"Put that mask back on," "Stop pulling on those tubes," " Eat this," " Stop trying to get out of that bed."

I AM trying to take care of myself. I'm eating healthy food and eating regularly.  Back in 2008, I ate Snickers bars to alleviate stress, but that's a bad plan, and this go-round, I just cry a lot.  Crying's good.  It really makes me feel better as long as it's not in front of people.

This hotel has a little exercise room right down the hall from my room, and I've been going there most days, lifting some light weights and using the elliptical machine.  It's all I can do to do 5 minutes on level 1. I burned a rip-roaring 30 calories, but it's better than nothing and it's an excellent stress-buster.

This blog is good therapy. I have been following several other blogs for some time now, written by cancer patients or their caregivers, and it's very helpful to know what other people are going through and how they cope.  Sort of like an online support group.  I don't understand the decision of some, like Tom Brokow , who has chosen to keep his treatment "private" when sharing can be so helpful to others in the same boat. Oh, well, like they say, "That's why there's chocolate and vanilla..."