Dad was resting nicely most of the morning... I think Stacey and I are learning to look less at the monitors, and more to Dad in order to judge how he is doing. Things like falling blood oxygen, rising respiratory rates, recurring bigeminy and PVCs are just parr for the course now it seems (and in the end, just jargon anyway). It comes down to how dad is feeling. And he seems to be feeling pretty at ease. They are increasing his morphine quite a bit, and he is sleeping and resting more; joking and chatting less, but still joking and chatting.

Yesterday Dad and Stacey and I took a few photos in the hospital room (just for ourselves). In a strange way, I think last week was one of the happiest my dad has had for some time - seeing so many people who have cared about him over the years, and hearing from others who are far away. Between that, and being doted on 24/7 by a team of health care professionals, not to mention the (happily) undivided attention of his daughters, I think he felt like about a million dollars. I wanted the photos to remember those moments.