Day two

I haven't seen Scott this giddy since the day we got married. I can't help but wonder if he isn't mostly high on steroids, but it has been a magnificent day. What a thrill to go from life support to walking around the unit in one day. It's a rush for me, and I'm not even on drugs. Heaven.

So, day three is supposed to be a rough one. If you compare it to having a baby, it's the day that your milk comes in, but I'm not worried; his eyes are bright, and he's excited to progress no matter what it takes. How wonderful to see the intensity switch to recovering, as opposed to pursuing the hallows of yellow death.