Well, Daddy was awake on Sunday, but somewhat confused. He felt that the people in Intensive Care were watching him all the time. (Which of course they were.) Fortunately, my niece used her Sunday day off to take care of him, even giving him a blood transfusion.

They moved him out of the ICU on Monday to the cardiac ward. He was something of a pain. He seemed to be under the impression that he was in a resort on the Gold Coast. He kept wanting to get up, which of course he could not do.

Each day he gets noticeably better. When his blood count dipped down, they transferred three bags into him last night. (This is caused by the chemo.)

Looks like he will be out in a week or so, which is not bad considering.