It's Sunday morning and Mac is down to about 5 pounds of fluid (my calculations), which is good. His kidney function has been stable the last few days; there is still some concern about his gall bladder. He's eating little bits throughout the day, but he feels kind of nauseous sometimes. He's still on a thousand antibiotics some of which will slowly start ending this week. So we're stable/going in the right direction as far as this - what do I call this? - 5 week landslide is concerned. The problem is that stopping the Cyclosporin due to the seizure has done nothing for his aplastic anemia. His levels have hit the bottom and so he started Tacrolimus Thursday. Everyone is waiting to see if his ANC will start moving up. So far it hasn't. (Come on small miracles, we need you now more than ever.) There are grumblings about starting searches for non-related bone marrow donors in case we end up going that route. It's scary and exhausting... have you heard me say that before? Mac is hanging in there. And so am I. Mo ran home for the weekend to hang out with Peter and Annie and my mom, and my friend Sara came to spend the weekend with me and Mac. Please remember to keep Mac in your prayers and I'll update again soon.