I didn't sleep during the day yesterday, although I expected to, and I didn't sleep through the night, although I did get some sleep. But at some point during the night, I realized I was feeling stronger, and when Marty woke at about eight, I told him I wanted to try to drink a cup of tea. Yesterday I wasn't able to swallow liquids and was just sucking on ice chips, but this morning I drank a full mug of tea with great pleasure, and in about eleven o'clock I ate a very small portion of delicious bean and barley soup which Marty had brought me from the kosher deli in Brookline. So far, I haven't wanted to eat anything else, but the soup is sitting well and I think I will get stronger if I'm able to eat. This was the first food I've eaten since dinner on Sunday.
Yesterday I couldn't make it out of bed, but today I went first to the bathroom (not grabbing onto things as I have been the last few times) The bathroom is just a few steps, but it feels like such a long distance. Then a bit later I was able to walk, hanging onto Marty's arm, into the living room and into my chair. Yesterday this wasn't even a possibility.
I will take each day as it comes. Right now I am hopeful that I'll continue to feel stronger and will want to eat, but I will accept whatever happens, and will keep all of you posted on how things are going. Thank you all for your love and support.