A Hearty Breakfast

It is a gorgeous morning here in the Salt Lake Valley. From Judd's room you can see the tree tops protruding up from their roots in the Avenues, the desert sun casting welcome shadows from the modest skyscrapers, the shining spires of the temple, and the blue-green expanse of the Great Salt Lake. But the heck with views, I have better news. Judd looks/feels/sounds good. (Now if we could just work on the smell... just kidding, Judd, jeez!)

The heavenly care staff here at the Huntsman petitioned the doctors to reduce Judd's nighttime fluid collections to once every two hours. This allowed Judd to finally get some much-needed rest. The result is fantastic. Already this morning they've seen a promising reduction in his cancerous white blood cells. Judd's sleeping again, but he's looking forward to a hearty, solid breakfast when he wakes. He is still in no pain. Your prayers, kind words, and Judd's resolve are already paying off. Thank you.

Love,
Frankie