The update on my husband is there really is no update - overall, his condition is unchanged. There are daily changes in his comfort level and behavior (sleeping all the time, not sleeping at all, hallucinating alot, semi-lucid for short times, eating, not eating) but at this point he appears to be stable and in no distress. It's just not possible to predict the course of this - he could stay like this for a few more weeks, or have a sudden brain bleed from the tumors and be gone in minutes. I try to be there as much as I can, but I'm somewhat comforted to see that he has mostly "moved on" from this world already - he still knows me when I'm there, but expresses no concern one way or the other when I leave. It's a very long, surreal, and exhausting process, but the kids and I are holding up okay.


Sometimes when I cruise the knitting blog ring I'm struck by how many of the bloggers are much younger than I am - not all, but many. I'll be 45 in a few days, and I'm actually perfectly okay with that, but it dawned on me yesterday that not only am I one of the "older bloggers" but I'm definitely deep into grownup adulthood in every way. I have grown kids. Most of my friends have grown kids (no grandkids yet, or I'd really feel old), we are well-established in actual, grownup careers, worrying about our 401Ks and talking about things like profit sharing and how to care for our elderly parents. When did I become one of these people? Why, just the other day I was one of you young'uns, juggling preschool party schedules. And I swear, in my head I'm barely an adult at all!