Bulletin!

She's up! Dr. Andrews came by a little while ago and decided it was time for Mom to get out of the sack. So she is now sitting in the recliner, where she is supposed to stay for a couple of hours. Additionally he took the stomach tube out of her nose, even though it was quite attractive, and took away the oxygen. Tomorrow he says she will lose the heart monitor and pretty soon he will start her on nutrition through her feeding tube. She has not had any calories since Wednesday night, but is neither hungry nor thirsty. Occasionally her mouth gets dry so she gets one (1) small ice chip per hour; she also has a supply of fresh wash cloths that we wet and she holds to her lips.

Ernie is here now and these two are just gabbing away. They seem to enjoy each other's company. They are also quite enamored of Dr. Andrews, who is a charming fellow indeed.

In one further development, it turns out that Dr. Andrews is NOT an ordained minister, though some of his family members are. But they do call him "St. Andrews" around here, but in the most reverential way. People really do admire him. When he comes around, he spends time just chatting and telling stories about the old days. Great guy

Mom is doing terrific. She has begun to receive flowers and occasional phone calls, and her spirits are high.