Sam's team has got his nausea mostly under control, seems like, at least since I got here after lunch -- so that's encouraging. The combo of meds is causing him to sleep pretty constantly, which under the circumstances is good, we think; after a tough night and not a lot of nutrition, not to mention the methotrexate itself, rest is a lot better than just about all of the alternatives. 

Hopefully he'll clear the rest of the methotrexate and feel better by tomorrow morning so we can get him home -- he will feel better there -- we all will.

It's an odd thing watching your 6+ foot son sleep. Makes me remember all the times we'd watch him sleep when he was so much smaller. There's a quiet closeness when your kids are sleeping that I think is just not like anything else, and I'm grateful for it. But it's also got a profound wrongness to it in this setting, for this reason. It's just hard not to be melancholy about it. 

But! Better days ahead. Hopefully this rest will start to compound, and we'll get home, and then start getting ready for Homecoming this weekend.