morning of the 4th

It's the morning of the 4th, and I'm back at the hospital. While I was back in Foresthill the changes that Max went through were very tough for me to swallow. He is really feeling crappy. He has blisters that have popped up on his arm. He wears an oxygen tube to help keep his oxygen saturation levels where they need to be. His breathing is all rattly, as the mucusitis has ravaged him with sores thoughout his mouth and down into his tummy.

He goes up and down. He'll be in great pain, then be knocked out with the morphine, then be awake, aware and showing his Max personality. But that does not last long. Maybe 10- 15 minutes. Then the chills start coming back. The pain starts coming back and he'll need to lay down again.

His fever has reached almost 104 the past few nights. Last night they did an x-ray on his chest because they were concerned about his breathing, but everything looked fine. He just has a lot of crap in there from the mucusitis. The picture shows the collection jug of phlegmy garbage that Max suctions out of his mouth. This is from 1 day.

He's excited about the fireworks and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we get some clear looks. The view should br great as long as we're not fogged in.