It hasn't been a very good day for Mike. He's not acting like himself. He's a little withdrawn and it's leaving me feeling a little down this evening.

I left for work a little early this morning, so I wasn't able to rouse Mike awake before I had to leave. When I came home at noon, he was still sound asleep in bed. He didn't hear me come in. He hadn't eaten breakfast. He hadn't taken his morning medications. I tried to offer him some lunch, and could only get a half of a toasted ham and cheese sandwich down him, and a snack container of applesauce. He went back to sleep.

Amber dropped by with Ethan later this afternoon, while I was at work, and she commented that Mike was acting a little odd. She called me sharing that he wasn't really talking to her while she was here, so she decided to go ahead and go on home. I found the same behavior from him when I got home from work.

I've asked him if he is alright and he just says he doesn't feel good. When I try to ask for details, he doesn't really answer, except to say he's not feeling well. I couldn't get him to eat dinner. He asked for me to make him some spaghetti, which I did, but he didn't eat it. I finally begged him to drink an Ensure shake, which he did. He went back to sleep.

The company that brought out the oxygen, got orders from the oncologist today to drop by some testing device to test Mike's oxygen overnight. He's not suppose to have the oxygen on tonight...just this tester attached to his finger. Then we are suppose to hang the device outside on the front door, and they will pick it up. I guess we'll eventually find out what this is all about.

My spirits are really low this evening. I think most of it is just feeling tired and a little bit discouraged. The reality is, this is not getting any better...or any easier....and today I'm not as sure I have what it takes to run this race to the end. Tonight I'm more the child, than I am the warrior. I'm grateful to have your prayers.