I fell asleep to the unfortunate familiarness of a hospital room last night. The beeping of IV machines, the chatting of nurses, the alarms. Rob had a hard time falling asleep and asked me to crawl into bed with him for awhile. It was extremely uncomfortable but, well worth it just to be near him. I woke up several times just to check on him, I can't believe how much chemo is being pumped through his body. I worry constantly that "this" treatment will be the one that makes him sick like all the other cancer patients we see. This worrying has left me with numerous scars on my tongue from stress enduced seizures. At least I have something to show for it! That and all this weight. I wish this clock would hurry up and say that it was time to sleep. I wish that there was no such thing as cancer, diabetes, arthritis...