Sunday was a rough day, with lots of pain. He did his two laps around the floor, slowly, but spent most of the day being pretty quiet and a bit grim-faced. Still, his numbers are astonishingly good. The liver is functioning very well and no one can be surprised that it hurts at this stage.
Spent the night with alarms going off (he's on a million medications right now, so it makes sense one of them was always running out). I got pretty good at staggering to his bedside, pushing the nurse's button and stumbling back to bed.
This morning the weather is beautiful, he's already had his first walk and he's sitting in the chair. It's going to be a more upbeat day. I can see that already.
What a gift!