When a friend - diagnosed as terminally ill - was first in hospital and then in a nursing home we visited him a number of times with our instruments. They paraded us down the hall - him in a wheelchair - to a day room with lots of plants and sunshine, and we'd play for an hour or so. He's been home now for about 6 years.

One never knows. Hang in there, the both of you. Sometines I wish one could just sleep while the body and spirit work together to bring one back to optimum health. You suppose that's what Rip Van Winkle was up to?