Stop dropping safes already...

This is a cartoon I drew when ET was first diagnosed - then un-diagnosed - then mis-diagnosed - then finally diagnosed. It seems she can't get a break. Just when things seem to be going well, someone drops another safe on her head. Won't they just run out of safes soon?

ET's status has not changed. She has not awoken from Saturday's siezure. We've learned, however, that the progression of sensitivity/pain has reached her head. The worst part of this post-siezure period is that she can't communicate effectively - there is some communication, but its not like she can just say "ouch - stop doing that". We'd been washing her face with a warm washcloth, thinking that she was responding positively, but it turns out (thanks to Jody's intuition) that it was painful for her. So we have to be careful how we interact with her physically for now.

Radiation has been postponed for now. She's on anti-siezure medication that's keeping her pretty groggy. She's getting a CAT scan today to determine whether there has been any progress in fighting this. After that, a neurologist will see her and come up with a plan for getting her off these meds so she has a shot at regaining full consciousness, while at the same time doing something to prevent further siezures.

One step at a time. One careful step at a time - looking up all the while to avoid those falling safes.

--jimmy