Not Yet

It's been a day.

No increase in white blood cells yet.

This morning and early aft, Gil was in a fog. It devolved into hallucinations where , he said, it was like watching a 35 mil camera film with one out of every 35 frames . . . odd.

He was looking at me and saw a flash of . . . his mother, or a tiger, or the head on a nickle (we since figured out it was G. Washington) etc.

It was funny but a little freaky.

It turns out that, though, that he may have had too much morphine and also been retaining it. So, they took him off his basal morphine but left him with his push button self dosing.

A few hours later, he's woken up and been able to laugh about it, even manage to watch a movie. The pain is manageable.

Progress!! Apple sauce is starting to have a bad after taste, but rice pudding is good! The next few weeks will be an adventure in taste!

We are hopeful that the white blood cells will start kicking it into gear tomorrow, and that we can still make it out of here by the end of the week.