It is 4:20 am and I can’t sleep.

Yesterday was not too good. The swelling has increased, and the tumor is expanding. The doctor spent while with Jess, Jeremy and me to explain what was going on, and show us all of the slides, etc. I didn’t want to hear it. The goal now is to get her to: 1] sit up in a chair, 2] eat, and 3] talk. In other words, to try and have a “normal life. I honestly don’t know if that will be able to be done. I am really at a loss.

On Monday, I have to start seeing the people I have avoided for my entire life. I have to pick a plot and make arrangements for the other stuff. SHIT!!!!

Somehow or other I, along with the kids, will get through this. But, it isn’t fair to Debbie.

When asked, the doctor was very clear—this could not have been prevented from happening if we saw it last week, last month, last year…. The cells were there, and they decided to expand over and over and over, as they wanted to. I guess that is why they call it “blastphoma”. [I know that isn’t the reason, but it sounds right to me] Anyway, I just hope that Debbie can be kept comfortable during this ordeal.

This has been one hell of a way to gather your friends together. They have been great, especially in helping Jessica. Maya is nursing, and has to be with Jess at all times. The hospital will not allow anyone under 16 above the lobby level at any time. [Unless they are pediatric patients, naturally.] Well, our friends have been doing babysitting–when we are upstairs, they are downstairs with Maya.

I am sorry I am rambling on, but it is somehow helping me by just writing this morning.

Oh yes, the doctor said that this kind of a case was like 8::100,000 – and Jessica asked: “Couldn’t have been a lottery ticket instead” Why do we have to lose by winning???!!!

Today was not a good day. To tell the truth, I am not even certain how to go about writing this entry. My father called to check on Mom again this morning, and the nurse reported that she had increased swelling overnight and was a bit more sleepy. From what my father said, it sounded normal and expected.

My friend Tami had come into town from New York to be with us, and she arrived at my house at 9:00. I asked Elliot to stay home for the day with Micah and the babysitter and let me go up for a few hours with Tami. I did not want to feel compelled to come rushing home in time to relieve the babysitter. My plan was to head up early and try to drive back no later than 4:00 pm to avoid traffic and give me time to spend with Micah for dinner and bed. I think Micah has had the roughest time throughout all of this – I’ve barely seen him for the past week. I often leave right after he wakes up in the morning, I take the baby with me, and I’ve missed his bed time almost every evening. I think he is starved for some good quality time with me, and I just don’t have the ability to give that to him right now.

When we arrived at the hospital, my mom was…well, not good. She nodded her head to acknowledge that she knew I was there, but she was not talking. I requested to speak to a doctor, and the neurology fellow came to speak to me. She was wonderful – she sat down and showed me the different scans, and explained to me what was happening. In short, my mom’s brain was swelling – far more rapidly than they like to see. Most patients by this point post-operatively are alert and ready to move off of the ICU, but my mother’s was becoming sleepier and deteriorating. As she explained, one of the biggest areas of concern was how her brain was swelling. She showed me that there is a midline between the right and left half of the brain. Prior to surgery, there had been some “midline shift” – a small portion of the right half of her brain was pushing over to the left side. The ventricle (a small pocket of fluid in the brain) on the right had been compressed then, too. They had hoped to see some of that relieved post-operative, but instead, more of my mom’s brain had shifted over to the left. The concern was that there is no room for the swelling to move, and that the fluid build up could start to push on her brain stem and impair her functions.

She explained that they had increased her steroids to try and reduce the swelling and they were putting her on a 2% sodium chloride solution to try and draw the fluid away from her brain. She explained that they would be watching her carefully, starting with medical management, and could need to escalate. She asked for consent to put in a central line so that they could increase her to a 3% sodium chloride solution if needed, and I gave it. She also explained that if things worsened, they might need to consider surgical options (such as draining the fluid or removing a piece of her skull to give the brain room to swell).

During our conversation, the doctor repeated numerous times that they were “very concerned” about my mother and how she was responding. She was clear that while some patients have an issue with swelling, this was not normal post-operative recovery, and they had hoped for better. At that time, she felt that my mom’s changes were connected to the swelling and they would reverse if we could reduce the swelling. After we spoke, I updated my father and brother, and we asked visitors to stay home – we felt that she needed some time and quiet to heal.

My mom’s friend Sharon called and asked to come by to visit. I explained to her that we did not think she should have visitors, but she asked to come by to see us anyway and talk to my dad. We agreed, and they came by. Jeremy and Jen arrived a bit after that. It was Jen’s first time getting to the hospital because they had been away (and my brother asked her not to cut their vacation short because he thought their daughters needed that time away). They were only able to spend a short time upstairs with Mom because they started the procedure to insert the central line.

Dr. Olivi then showed up to talk to us. He expressed his concern about my mother’s state, and he also said he felt that her condition was not just from the swelling – he felt the tumor was growing rapidly and destroying more brain tissue. He said he had to be somewhere else, and promised to return later in the day when my entire family arrived.

My father arrived shortly after Dr. Olivi left. Jeremy, Jen, Tami, my father and I spent the afternoon together. We actually had a bit of comic relief while we were sitting there. My brother was reading a web site, and he saw a note about a full-page Summer’s Eve ad about asking your boss for a raise. We joked about how it probably said “Don’t forget to douche” before you ask for the raise. Lo and behold…that is EXACTLY what it said. We were hysterical. We then read another article making fun of the ad, and the peals of laughter just continued. It was a much needed break from the sobriety of the day.

We were able to go up and visit Mom on and off after they inserted the central line. I had yet to hear her speak, but she spoke to everyone else. I actually told her that I was starting to take it personally! Sheila and Les and Suzette and Joel were asking to come visit, and we thought it would not be fair to them to come up – our plan was to leave right after we spoke to Dr. Olivi. They continued to ask, and we were discussing if they should come up while we were in the room with my mom. She started to nod her head, and we asked her if she was nodding because she wanted them to come up. She nodded again, so we sent a note to them and told them to come visit.

We spent the day waiting for Dr. Olivi to come talk to us – it was after 6:00 pm before he showed up again. He did an exam of my mother, and I was pleased to see that she was talking a bit and more responsive. She actually told him she was thirsty and asked for water. The nurse would not give her water because she failed her swallow test, but agreed to swab her mouth. Dr. Olivi kept asking her to squeeze his hand, and she said “Give me some water first.” We laughed because it was…well, it was MOM.

After his examination, he sat down with us and showed us her scans and explained everything to us. In short, he showed us what he removed, where the tumor was located, why he did not remove some parts of it. He also showed us where the tumor has continued to grow since the surgery, and he explained that it is one of the most aggressive tumors he has seen. The tumor is just exploding, especially in the area of her brain near the basal ganglia, which controls a lot of critical functions. He said that he felt her increased sleepiness and swelling was due to the tumor growth, not the surgery.

In short, he felt that mom’s time is quite limited…perhaps only days or weeks if the tumor keeps up its rapid growth. He said the goal was still to get her sitting up, talking and eating, and he hopes to be able to start chemotherapy and radiation. But, he also made it clear that it might not happen, and he would come to talk to us again if that is the case. In the best case scenario, we can get my mom some function back, time to talk and interact with us, and time to try radiation and chemotherapy. He felt that the treatments were unlikely to buy much time, though.

He reassured us that finding this earlier would not likely have changed the outcome or bought her more time because of the aggressive nature of the tumor. Needless to say, we are devastated. We had hoped for months, or maybe even years, but day by day, that hope seems to be fading. While the average life span for most people with this tumor is a year from diagnosis…it does not look like we will have that luxury because of the speed with which this tumor is growing.

What else can I say? After our conversation with Dr. Olivi, we kissed mom good night and went downstairs. We decided that Sheila and Les and Suzette and Joel should go see her. We’ve slowly started to spread the news, but we just don’t even know how to say this. We want to have hope…and we want to believe in miracles, but at some point, we have to live in reality, too.

This has been a trying time for us. You see, I’m the realist here – I focus on the pratical and the worst case scenario so I can cope. I always have to have a plan. I’ve been planning for my mom to come home – we’ve been searching for houses to rent that she can live in (one with a first floor bedroom) and juggling schedules and identifying care options. My father – he is the dreamer. He hears only the best case scenario and believes it will all be okay. He has a hard time listening to the reality. Up until today, he has been decorating the house so that it will be ready for my mom when she returns home. My brother? Well, he knows the reality, but prefers to deny and avoid it. His normal reaction is to run and hide – if he doesn’t have to see it or discuss it, maybe it doesn’t exist. To his credit, he has been PRESENT. He is fighting that urge to hide, and sticking it out day by day and really facing these tough issues. So, today was hard for all of us…I realized that my plans were pointless, my brother was forced to confront what he doesn’t want to see, and my dad heard some reality. So…today was not a good day.

I guess I sit here sad…and angry. I’m angry that we are all being robbed of time. That my mom will not get to see her grandchildren grow up, that our children will not get to have that special relationship with her that I had with my grandmother. My mom is so loving and kind and an amazing grandmother. They adore her, and she has so much to offer them. I feel like I’m losing my last connection to my grandmother – there is no one else who can share those memories with me and make her come alive to me. I don’t have any time to extract all the information in my mother’s head that she knows about our family that I never learned. I’m sorry that I didn’t have her show me how to make her brisket…holidays just won’t be the same without her brisket, which tastes different from anyone else’s brisket. I’m sorry I’m losing one of my best friends – there are few people in life that I feel comfortable leaning on, and my mother was one of the only ones. There is no one on this planet who knows me better. She is my anchor and my sounding board, and I count on her for so much. These past few months have been hard because I’ve been lonely without having my mother to turn to for support, guidance, and frankly, help. And today I realized that I will likely not get her back even for a short while. I had hoped for time to talk a little more, to have her record video messages for the children, and to have some photos and videos of her to cherish in the future. I had hoped for more minutes when we could just sit and watch tv, or to watch her eyes sparkle at something amusing. I wanted to see her sitting on the couch and smiling as the kids played. I just wanted…more. And I’m afraid our time is up.

So…it is now time to go back and put on a happy face, and hope for better news in the morning. Maybe the swelling will go down, and maybe she’ll be able to sit up and eat, and maybe we’ll get a few weeks to cram in…more. Maybe. I hope so. I just don’t know how to say goodbye.

One day post-op, and my mother seems to be doing well. My father called to check on her in the morning, and we were told she was stable and talking. My babysitter arrived at 9:00 am, and we decided to take our time going up to Baltimore so that my mom would have more time to heal before we invaded. Elliot and I packed Maya into the car around 9:45 to take her for a doctor’s appointment. It was supposed to be her 2 month checkup, but it didn’t quite work out that way. Dr. Olivi called with an update while we were in our appointment. He seemed quite pleased with my mother’s progress – no sign of a stroke, normal speech and vocabulary, and he felt she was quickly returning to baseline. He was hopeful that she would be moved out of the ICU the following day.

Meanwhile, back at our pediatric appointment, we were told to come back next week for Maya’s checkup so that we could discuss her swallowing issues and get her vaccinations. The doctor we saw confirmed she had a cold and a yeast infection, and told us to watch her closely and use lotrimin for her yeast infection. She seemed more concerned with the fact that we were taking up more than the 10 minute slot they had alloted for our appointment than anything else.

After our appointment, we drove back to Hopkins. My brother and father met us there shortly thereafter. My mom was alert, coherent, and talking, but extremely groggy. Her speech was a bit garbled, but we were relieved to see that she was still Mom, and knew we were there. We did have one visitor – Matt Breslow – he was able to pop in and say hello to Mom. We decided to leave after only a few hours and let Mom rest.

Thanks to all for your good wishes and support, and especially to our extended “family” who is helping us through this nightmare. I particularly want to thank the Luchs, Levines, Lichters, Breslows, Niedelmans, Kayes, Heather Cohen, Laurie Pollack and Tami Willens whose presence and support at the hospitals has been incredible – we just couldn’t be doing this without you. There are so many other family members and friends whose calls, emails, texts, posts, love and offers of prayers and support from afar have been amazing. There are too many to name, but the outpouring of love, support and generous offers to help mean the world to us during this time, and we are lucky to have such an incredible circle of friends and family that stretches across this country.

My mom’s tumor is malignant, pervasive, and aggressive. They were able to resect 40-50% of it, and she will begin chemo and radiation soon. The prognosis…well, not what we wanted to hear. Please continue to keep her in your thoughts and prayers.

We all woke up around 7:30, but we did not arrive at the hospital until 9:30. Once again, we had gotten a worried call from Mom because she was told that surgery had been moved up to 11:00 am. Elliot stayed at Jeremy’s with Micah, and we took the baby to the hospital with us. Suzette and Joel had offered to come up in the morning to help watch the baby while we sat with my mom. We met with Dr. Olivi again, and then we started the wait for the surgery.

Because my mom’s surgery was scheduled after another surgery, they could not give us an exact start time. I think the waiting and worrying is the hardest. Around 12:00, they came by to tell us the first surgery was complete and it would be less than an hour before they took my mom back. We met with the anesthesiologist, and an army of doctors and nurses. My mom talked about her poor reactions to anesthesia, and they developed a plan of action to try and keep her from vomiting post-surgery.

Unfortunately, it was nearly 2:00 before they finally came to take my mom back. We kissed her and wished her good luck. She was in good spirits, but definitely worried. By that time, we had a small army of visitors – Diane and Joey, Sheila and Les, and Suzette and Joel. They spent the day chasing my children around while I…to be honest, I’m not sure what I did. I think I fielded phone calls, and talked to doctors, and worried. I do think, however, the Micah had a wonderful day – he played with toys, and he had a whole lot of attention showered on him. At 3:00, we were informed that they were just starting the surgery. At 4:50, we were told they were finished resecting the tumor, but had to close Mom up. Shortly thereafter, Dr. Olivi came down to talk to us.

The news was not good – he said the tumor was malignant, aggressive and pervasive. Apparently, it had invaded the entire right hemisphere of her brain. He felt he was able to resect about 40-50% of the tumor, and he felt we had a good chance that my mom’s function would return to her pre-surgical state. Because they were unable to resect more tumor, they did not implant the chemo wafers in her brain. We talked about her survival, and he said that the average time for this type of tumor was a year, but because of the aggressive nature of her tumor, he felt we would be on the shorter side of that. Dr. Olivi also said he would stick around to see my mother wake up so he could check her neurological function and he would talk to us again later.

It was a long wait, but we finally got back to see Mom around 6 or so. She was awake and talking, and we felt good about things. We said good night, and we all decided to head home. Erik and Jack were waiting for us downstairs with the rest of our family friends. Suzette and Joel offered to drive my father back home (since his car was still at Suburban Hospital), and Elliot and I decided to head back to Bethesda with the kids.

Another long day…I think there will be a lot of these from here on out. With the news that my mom was sick, our phones were ringing off the hook (and emails lighting up) with offers to help…food, babysitting, visits to the hospital – everything. That is one thing I am amazed by – the volume of support we are receiving, so thank you to everyone.

Once again, we had our babysitter, Christin, arrive at 9:00 to take care of Micah. I had arranged for my mom’s friend Sheila to come help me out at the hospital that morning (she asked what I needed, and I said babysitting!), but knew I couldn’t get there until close to 10:00 because we had an initial intake evaluation for Maya for the Maryland Infant and Toddler’s Program. I suggested that Sheila go over a bit early and visit with my mom, and promised to be there as quickly as I could. During the intake meeting, Dr. Powers called, and he said he had gotten through to Dr. Brem at Hopkins and my mom had been accepted into their program. He expected her to be transferred to Hopkins later in the afternoon.

Around 9:45, my mom called me in a panic – she said they were coming to transfer her, and she was afraid they were taking her and none of us were there. I asked her if she had seen Sheila yet, and she replied that she had not. I called Sheila (who thought my mom had been sleeping) and she quickly went into my mom’s room to sit with her. I did my best to wrap up the intake meeting quickly and head to the hospital.

When I arrived, Sheila came out to watch the baby. My father and brother arrived shortly thereafter, and we all waited together for the transport to Hopkins. I think it was 12 or 1 before they finally showed up. My Dad decided to head up to Baltimore with my mom in the transport, and my brother and I followed behind. We decided that we would stay in Baltimore at Jeremy’s house for the evening so we could get back to Hopkins with little effort in the morning. After the transport took our parents, Jeremy went back to my parents’ house to get clothing and medicine for my father and to pick up his dog. I went home to spend some time with Micah and get my things together, too.

Elliot and I decided that we would pack up the kids and we would all go to Hopkins together. It was nearly 3:30 when we left, and finding the Meyer building at Hopkins was quite the challenge. When we arrived, we learned very quickly that Hopkins is not exactly child-friendly. Elliot had to sit down in the lobby with the kids while we were upstairs – it wasn’t exactly a comfortable environment. Luckily, Elliot remember the DVD player with several episodes of Sesame Street to keep Micah entertained. We traded back and forth with the kids and took turns up in the room with my mom.

We were joined at the hospital by my mom’s friends Diane and Joey. We were able to speak to the surgical resident and the chief resident of the neuro critical care unit. Dr. Brem, the neurosurgeon, also came by to meet with us, and explained that he would be unable to perform the surgery because he was leaving town. He recommended that Dr. Olivi, his 2nd in command and the head of the brain tumor program, take over the case. Dr. Olivi came in to meet with us, and he went over the information with us. We talked about surgery, and my mother was able to express her wish that while she wanted to live and she wanted to fight this tumor, she also wanted to come out of surgery a whole person – herself. She explained that she wanted both quality and quantity of time, and she was afraid of coming out of the surgery…not herself.

Dr. Olivi was very understanding, and he promised that he would do everything he could to respect her wishes. We were told surgery would be in the afternoon. Shortly thereafter, we said good night to my mother and we headed to Jeremy’s house for the evening. Elliot and I went home first with the kids – it was nearly 10:00 when we got there and put them to bed. My father and Jeremy stayed until my mom returned from her MRI.

Since the girls and Jen were at the beach, Micah slept in Paige’s room, and I put Maya in her car seat in Peyton’s room. When my father and Jeremy arrived home, my dad took over Jeremy’s bed, Elliot took the couch, and I decided to sleep in Peyton’s bed in the room with Maya.

August 23…my birthday. Forever the day I will remember as the day I learned my mother had cancer. Once again, it was a long torturous day. My mother was sent in for more testing, and we spent all day waiting to talk to a doctor. I got a call from my friend Jen around 8:00 am with the recommendation from her neurosurgeons – skip the de-bulking surgery and go straight to radiation. I was devastated by that news – it sounded to me like they were saying my mother had no time left.

My brother had spent the night at my parents’ house with my father, and the two of them had arrived bright and early at the hospital at 6:00 am, hoping to catch Dr. Powers first thing in the morning while on rounds. Jeremy had run home the night before to put his daughters to bed before they left for vacation. He also canceled his trip to California and had packed all of his stuff so he could spend the week down in Rockville with us while they were out of town.

We were told Dr. Powers would be in around 9:30 or 10:00, so I raced over in the morning with the baby while our babysitter, Christin, took care of Micah, and Elliot took care of Maya. Around 11:30 or so, Elliot walked over to the hospital with the baby so I could nurse her again. He was only able to stay a short while because our babysitter had to leave at 1:00, so Elliot raced home to be with Micah and I kept Maya at the hospital. Our babysitter’s younger sister, Mackenzie, came to the hospital to sit with Maya while we continued to wait for the doctor. Over the course of the day, the Niedelmans and the Kayes stopped by again to visit (and found themselves on baby duty).

It was nearly 6:00 pm when Dr. Powers finally came in to speak to us. He very carefully informed us that my mom had a substantial tumor, likely cancerous. He talked about the different options, and suggested that debulking surgery would buy us some time. At that point, he suggested that we transfer her to Hopkins for the surgery. As he explained it, the surgeon was merely the “technician” in this circumstance…what mattered was the protocol, and the surgeons at Hopkins worked in tandem with the neuro-oncology team, and would understand how best to surgically lay the foundation for the oncologists to execute their job. He suggested we see a Dr. Brem who would work closely with Dr. Grossman, the oncologist. He set in motion the transfer to Hopkins, and back to waiting we went.

In honor of my birthday, Elliot had baked me a cake. We asked the nurse if we could put my mom in a chair and have her sit in the ICU waiting area with us so we could have dinner together, cake, and time with the grandchildren. Our WONDERFUL nurse arranged the entire evening! We ate some food from Panera, chocolate cake for dessert, and my mom was able to hold the kids on her lap and sit with us.

Amazingly through all of this, my mom was more herself than she had been in months. She was chatty, smiling, and her sense of humor was back. It was good to see my mom again, and despite the bad news of the day, it was a good birthday.

It was a long day. We got a call around 8:00 am asking my father to come by to sign off on some consents, so he left my house and went to the hospital early. I decided to wait a bit at home, and asked my father to call when the doctor arrived. Jeremy arrived at the hospital as early as he could get there – Jen and the girls were headed off on vacation, and Jeremy was due to leave for a trip to California, so he had planned to bring his dog down to leave at my parents’ house while he was away. He stopped there first to leave the dog and pick up some clothing and medicine for Dad.

I arrived at the hospital around 9:30. We were initially told that Dr. Slotkin would be by to talk to us. We spent all day waiting – waiting for tests, waiting for doctors – just waiting. My mom was in the ICU, and no children were allowed there. Luckily, there was an ICU waiting room on the floor, and we were able to keep the baby there all day. Elliot came and went a few times with Micah, my friends Heather and Laurie came by for a few hours each to sit with the baby, and my parents’ friends Gail and Steven and Suellen and Greg and Arleen and Lorin came by to sit with us. After a long day, no doctors showed up at all. Instead, we were told that Dr. Powers would be by in the morning to talk to us.

As the day progressed, I grew impatient. As is typical of me, I wanted information, and quickly, so I called my friend, Dr. Jennifer Berkeley, who is a neurologist. She trained at Hopkins and currently working at Sinai in Baltimore, and she was able to come by the hospital. We gave her permission to review mom’s records, and she informed us that my mother’s tumor was the worst possible tumor – likely a glioblastoma. She told us that the neurosurgeon would likely recommend de-bulking surgery to reduce the tumor, followed by radiation and chemo. She asked for permission to bring a copy of the scans to work in the morning and get a second opinion from her neurosurgery colleagues. She said that there was always a chance that the tumor would appear to be a glioblastoma, but could always be something more treatable, like Lymphoma CNS.

Needless to say, we were devastated, although we continued to hope that Dr. Powers would bring us other news in the morning.

Today (well, Saturday) I called to check on my mom around 5:00 pm. My father answered the phone, and immediately I could tell something was wrong. Initially, my father insisted everything was fine, and handed the phone to my mother. I asked her how she was and why Dad sounded so off, and she informed me that she kept falling and cracking her head. Actually, she informed me with…irritation in her voice…that Dad kept “dropping” her and he gave her several large goose eggs on her head, and that he was annoyed because he couldn’t go run any errands because he was worried she would hurt herself.

I offered to go over with the baby and sit with mom while my father ran out. I arrived around 4:45, and went upstairs to the bedroom to hang out with her. Shortly after I arrived, my mom needed to go to the bathroom, so I helped her up. I was amazed by how much she had deteriorated over the prior few days – she could barely stand and walk, and couldn’t get to and from the bathroom (or balance on the toilet) without significant assistance. She kept leaning towards the left when she walked, and the way she moved her left arm looked…wrong. It was as if she kept missing her mark with her left arm. I was very worried that she wouldn’t be able to safely stay at home before her neurology appointment on Thursday.

I spent the next few hours trying to convince my mother that she should go to the hospital. I called a friend of mine who is a neurologist and asked whether we should go to the ER, and she suggested that an earlier workup wouldn’t hurt. Our friend Arleen stopped by to see the baby around 7:30 or 8, and together we convinced her that a trip to Suburban Hospital was the best option – to get a full workup and have all of the scans run before her appointment later in the week.

It took us about 1 1/2 hours to get her dressed and out to the car. Poor Maya – she was so upset and shrieking and screaming in her car seat while we took care of my mother. We arrived at the hospital around 10 and the ER staff would not allow me to bring the baby back. Luckily, my house was minutes away, so I ran home, nursed the baby, and left her with Elliot. I hoped that she would fall asleep and make it through the night (since she is unable to drink from a bottle).

They did a quick evaluation and ordered a CT scan to see if any of the falls had caused injury. Around 1:00 am, they came in to tell us that the CT scan showed swelling on the brain, indicative of a tumor. We were told we would meet with a neurosurgeon, and we specifically requested Dr. Powers.

Shortly thereafter, Keith, the PA for Dr. Powers, came by to do an evaluation. He explained that my mother had a tumor in her brain and the pressure and swelling had caused my mom to lose the vision in the left half of each of her eyes – a condition called hemianopsia. He said that, and the weakness on the left side of her body, likely caused my mom’s balance issues. At that time, he indicated that the tumor could likely be malignant.

He put in orders for a CT scan with contrast to delineate the tumor and an MRI with contrast for the morning. I ran home at 3:00 am to get some food for all of us, and returned around 3:30. I met my mom and dad in my mom’s ICU room, and my father and I stayed until 4:15 am. Because of the late hour, I brought my Dad home with me, and he spent the night on our couch.