Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers! I feel its almost hypocrytical to ask for prayers, but if I revert to the power of prayer, it shows how desperate I really am at this point. I cannot let my Dad go yet, and if he does nothing but vegetate on the couch, at least he is here.

The last day has been hell. I cannot take more, I am far beyond of what I can take. I have spent the day in a trance like state, praying and hypnotizing the phone not to ring, please dont ring. My feeling is bad, my hope is bad, and all I can see is black. BUT: my brother is visiting my Dad (who is on the cancer ward, because the other wards are full) as we speak, and I just got off the phone with them. My Dad has no fever anymore, and apparently he is doing so much better, just like the doctor told us yesterday night. THANK YOU GOD! I even spoke to my Dad, who is silly, for which he never has the energy, he has a full voice, and he sounded amazing. The worries remain, nights are the worst, I know how fast things can turn.

The Monkeysocks are all finished, and they fit perfectly! The second sock is again a tiny bit bigger than the first, but I am getting there. More practice. I love them. The pattern was awesome, everyone should knit a pair! Next on my list are Knittys Pomatomus Socks, in Opal Rainforest Frog. And I am going to be so sick of Opal soon.