In January, my mother lay deathly ill in intensive care. The problem - internal bleeding. Her "crit" - the measurement of how much blood a person has, or something, kept dropping. She is much too frail for surgery, and to make matters worse, the fact that I showed up concerned her even more. Finally, I told her that she had no choice - she simply had to stop the bleeding on her own. She said, "OK" and she did. So, Spaw, get to it. Stop that bleeding! In the meantime, I'll continue pray to God throughout each day for your full recovery and peace of mind to Karen and your loved ones. We're pulling for you, bud.