FINGERS CROSSED

Hi, it's the wife.

Going into the hospital this morning I caught the Nurse Practitioner sitting at a work station typing away.

I asked her if these latest events are hopeful; food, no stomach pain, no cramps, and not gushing output, were all the good signs we were looking for.  She looked at me, smiled and nodded affirmatively.

When I questioned her about Boone's color, I said it looks to me like he's less yellow.  She pulled up his test numbers and said that the bilirubin levels are down, so yes, he would be not quite so yellow.

Then I asked if the GVHD was maybe calming down.  She sighed and said we don't know yet.

In Boone's room the long awaited breakfast arrived.

Never thought scrambled eggs could be so exciting.  Eggs, toast with margarine and mixed fruit jelly, Corn Flakes, and decaf.   This was a big day, everyone in the ward was talking about how Boone was getting to eat.  Even Rose and Deschel from Housekeeping came by to congratulate him on eating.

Rose wanted her pic taken with "Mr. Gregory", so here it is.

These ladies are the best.  They do a great housekeeping job, but more importantly they keep you laughing.

Dr. S and entourage came in.  He was smiling; a great big smile.  He said the same thing he always says;  gonna try this and see how it works.  He examined Boone, made him promise not to withhold pain or cramping from them.  When he turned to leave Boone's bedside, he cocked his head a bit, looked at me out of the corner of his eye and smiled really big.  I think he thinks Boone is getting better.