It was comforting watching Mike sleeping peacefully last night. I was thankful the oxygen allowed him to sleep soundly for the first time in a week. For whatever reason, the machine isn't as annoying to us this time, as it was last year. Perhaps that was because it was foreign then, and now we knew what to expect. The dogs are use to it, getting less tangled up in the tubing. But poor little Ethan is wary of it. He preferred me picking him up to get him around it.

I've noticed Mike is pretty much taking his highest dosage of pain medication, as timely as possible now. His neuropathy pain is minimal, now that he is on the Lyrica, but the right drain is incredibly uncomfortable for him now. He's also developing sores from where his body is sitting, or lying down, now. It is pretty much skin to bone in those areas.

Mike and I are wondering what the plan will be for Monday for the thoracentesis....whether it will be one lung, or both. At one point today Mike thought the oxygen was helping to possibly dry out his lungs. He felt the crackling, when he was breathing, was less. It was hard for me to tell a difference. I think Mike wishes he didn't need to have this procedure done. It's somewhat uncomfortable for him, and I think the bad experience he had once before, is always in the back of his mind.

As always, we covet your prayers. We are so grateful to hear how so many of you care about what is happening with us. Thank you for not giving up on us...for continuing to trust God with us, for divine healing. Hope, love and prayers is what is keeping us going.