Yesterday morning I had Taylor say the prayer and in his prayer he thanked Heavenly Father for helping the doctors let his daddy live longer. That was the beginning and end of the "I'm not going to cry today" line that I tell myself every morning . Chris still continues to be in a lot of pain. He had to give himself insulin again. Katie and I went and worked in Jacob's classroom. Jacob's teacher is so kind to let me bring Katie when I need too. I don't like to leave Chris home alone for too long but I also know he could use a little quiet time without Katie and I. Ryan had basketball practice after school and a choir concert later that night. It was a crazy evening. I had Megan take care of everything here at home (bathing Katie, getting Tay off to scouts, helping dad with his medicines and feeding tube), while my mom and I went to Rye's choir concert. For dinner I made hamburgers. It was a stupid thing to do but I didn't have much time to do anything else. I tortured Chris pretty good with the smell, because he decided to try eating one. Not much, small bites, chewed well. I tried to tell him that it wasn't a good idea, but for all of you that know Chris "he will decide what is best for him:)." When I walked in the door from the choir concert all the kids came running to tell me that daddy had thrown up the hamburger. I guess we know that the stomach isn't working :( The garage isn't set up yet because its sooo cold outside. Tonight I will figure out something. I can't watch him be sad because he now knows that for sure his stomach isn't working. (I would like to tell him that he should probably start with pudding or something a little less fatty, but- I won't). I just can't even imagine what he is feeling inside not being able to eat. It breaks my heart. Love, Ricki