Today, some improvement. He got the tubes out of his nose and the main lines removed from his neck - and he actually got up and sat in a chair for a bit. So there's progress, albeit in tiny steps. You and I already know this is to be expected - my guess is that we're at least five to seven days away from being able to announce, "Heeeeere's Dino!"
He's still communicating in one-word sentences, pretty much a whisper, and Mary and I have yet to totally understand his whacky sign language. Nonetheless, I was really beginning to feel like the indispensible Dad today when he interrupted my reading with a forced "Dah . . . Dah". I jumped from my seat, instantly available, ready to serve. As I pressed close to his mouth, it wasn't "D a a a a d" that he was whispering, it was . . . fan. He just wanted the fan turned more toward his feet. So much for dear old Dad coming to the rescue. You have to laugh.
We're hoping for some biopsy results tomorrow so Dr. Jacobs can determine the next course of action, probably chemo. And I asked Dino about visitors for this weekend. He said no. Even with his level of pain, he's still making the right calls. So stay tuned - our man is climbing the mountain again, and it won't be long.