Mike had a good day. He hasn't done well eating, but I'm trying to not let that trouble me too much. He was sleeping when I went to work this morning. I did wake him enough to take his medications and to change his dressing, but I didn't force breakfast on him. I'm thinking I should have now, because he never ate breakfast. Said it didn't even cross his mind. All he wanted for dinner was chicken noodle soup. I probably should be happy, but it gets a little depressing serving him that most evenings, and trying to figure out what to eat myself. It's too easy to just grab this, or that to snack on, instead of eating a regular meal. Mike and I use to share our love of cooking and eating...in or out, together. It is something I'm missing.

Our grandbaby is three today. He will be having a birthday party tomorrow that we are invited to. I pray Mike wakes up feeling well enough to attend. Everyday is a surprise....but I doubt anything could come between Mike and his grandson on his birthday.

Thank you for your constant support and prayers. I couldn't imagine going through this without your love and friendship.

"Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry." Psalm 39:12