It's one step forward and one back; I've done worse. I saw the glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel and it was not an oncoming train. Sunday, they unplugged me all day and walked the confines of NIH. Molly's been bringing decent food; however singing Fuzzy Wuzzy Was a Bear was not kind and we both laughed. Yes folks the hair is going rapidly. The mustache is gone and cutting my hair before this started was a blessing. Having clumps of hair would be most unsettling; rubbing fuzz off the top seems to be OK. They gave me 2 units of blood today, which knocks me out for 24 hrs. Platelets seem to holding steady. They are talking Friday at the latest for departure from NIH...maybe.