In the hospital for two units of blood last night. The lab values certainly showed I needed it. To my disappointment, so far, there has been no improvement in symptoms, which adds another layer of perplexity. I’ve suspended hope for now. Denise says she has enough hope for both of us, which is a good thing. I think it is always easier for an outsider (meaning those who are not feeling the symptoms) to maintain their hope. Tomorrow is a big birthday for her and my hope is that I can focus on her, completely, for one day. My bad year has taken a toil on her.