Jeff here . . . Well, the kids are here and we're having a great time. We haven't done a whole lot of anything. Just hanging out at the apartment, but that's been best for everyone I think. Last night, I had my best night of sleep since treatment started. I don't think it's any coincidence that it happened while the kids were spread out on the floor in the next room. Having the kids here is good medicine, and I'll be sad to see them go tomorrow.
I also want to give a public thanks to my mom. She has been a wonderful caretaker during my recovery weeks: making lots of great food, keeping the apartment immaculately clean, even rubbing my back and legs when I've had trouble sleeping. I feel like I'm a kid again, home sick from school. My parents have always been there when we needed an extra hand, but this time they've gone way beyond the call of duty.
Finally, I want to recognize Kelly for all she's done to keep life as normal as possible for me and the kids during this whole ordeal. She is showing the kids how to be hopeful and steadfast even when everything seems to be going wrong. She has given me total, unwavering support so that I can focus all my attention on getting better. She has helped guide all of the help that we have received from so many people and has kept everyone informed about my condition at those times when I have been unable to speak for myself. And she's done it all while pregnant. If you see Kelly, give her a hug. She certainly deserves it.
Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers. I can feel them making me stronger every day.