What a difference a day can make. Yesterday we were doing well, even went out and got Phil's hair cut. Today when he hadn't awakened by noon, I started trying to get him up and found he was unable. A trip to ER per ambulance produced the verdict that the tumor is larger and putting more pressure on his brain. He wakes up occasionally and recognizes us, then goes back to sleep. He was able to give me his "evil eye" look when he woke up in the ER and realized where he was. He's now back in his own bed sleeping and snoring peacefully.



None of this has gone as we had planned. We were supposed to have surgery, then several good months with chemo and radiation. Then infection upset that plan, leaving Phil in a wheel chair unable to express his thoughts and feelings. We had hope that the chemo and radiation was going to bring some of those deficits back, but I feel as though the world stopped today.

When the time is appropriate, please send donations to:

The Minnie Pearl Cancer Foundation
2410 Patterson Street
Suite 110
Nashville, TN 37203

"The light from heaven is about to break upon us...

to give light to those who sit in darkness,

and to guide US to the path of peace.: