A nurse stopped into the waiting room we’re sitting in. My heart skipped a beat for fear that something was up, but she told us that Alex is doing wonderfully and that they’re “down to the bone.” All good so far.

We just ate a few Tim Horton’s sandwiches and are catching up on texts. Doing OK. Freaked out and saddened that his skull is exposed to the world, but every passing second is a little victory.