Last night was uneventful, which is the best.

Sam's still asleep; they'll come in to start preparing for the thiotepa -- just 24 hours of that.

In my experience, sleep is one of the most important things. Nights on the ward can be tough -- lights and beeping and the feeling that the night will never be over, so you get up in the morning tireder than when you went to bed. The opposite case, where things are quiet enough to get a little sleep, put a little gas back in the tank -- that's just about the best thing. 

Tonight may be a little trickier since Sam will have to get up once or twice to shower the thiotepa off his skin, but hopefully he'll get at least a couple of stretches of good rest. 

And then the weekend should get easier.

For my part, just catching up on email & switching all our autopays from the bank that failed last week over to our new bank that will probably fail next week. (Not really! Hopefully. Who knows?) 

Also, I've got this little story my brain keeps working on about the rabbit ATG. Thinking about the post-doc who comes to talk with their oncology advisor: "okay, the good news is I've got this new research idea. bad news is I need to round up a few dozen rabbits."