Suzy Update: Everyday passes by in a haze, she says. Day, hours and minutes lose meaning for time is suspended as she waits for something, yet nothing. She catnaps lightly on and off several times an hour. When she wakes she speaks of her emmense gratitude and love for you all– but her clear exhaustion has narrowed her world down to her children and the gentle love and quiet strength of Francois. Moving from a position is an event of great magnitude, so inertia flourishes. Yesterday was a good day where she happily ate hamburgers. Good days though, she says, extend the waiting. Today is a quiet, sleepy day where a cup of chocolate milk was plenty filling, and the hum and puff of the positive oxygen flow lulls her in and out of oblivion as she waits.