Monday morning

Watts is still lying comfy in his jungle bed, sedated and fighting off infection and cancer cells at the same time.

We are not sure when he will be extubated and allowed to wake up. In order to be extubated, his swelling has to go down, particularly in the throat area. The ENT docs have to come and give their okay. The ICU and heme/onc team were talking about possibly doing that today but then realized that he needs to first go to surgery to have his central line put in (where he will receive all his chemo; his current one is temporary). In order to go to surgery, we have to have the Infectious Disease docs give the okay on his infection so no new bacteria is introduction into his system during surgery.

So we wait. Wait for more healing, wait for more doctors.

He's opening his eyes a lot, which is beautiful and agonizing. He can't feel anything and won't remember any of this (due to drugs, and age of course) but to me he looks confused. Sometimes he'll cry during exams but no sound can come out, his face will just scrunch up and tears will come down. They'll probably increase his sedation soon since they realized that he has to have surgery... which will be a comfort to me.

Watts is laying calmly at the moment, with his big eyes open, as Michael plays over him:

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.

T'was Grace that taught...
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear...
the hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares...
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...
and Grace will lead us home.

The Lord has promised good to me...
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be...
as long as life endures.

When we've been here ten thousand years...
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise...
then when we've first begun.