I'm sorry for the lack of real updates.
The things I want to be able to write aren't true, and the things that are true I don't want to write.
He walked about 50 yards with a walker today. But he can't shake the 102 fever so he climbed right back into bed.
I wish there was more I could say, but I guess I don't really know how to be this person. I don't know how to make this sound like there is light at the end of the tunnel whe it feels like the hole just keeps getting deeper and deeper.