Today was what we have come to expect from day 3.  That's good and bad.  It's good that there isn't anything out of the ordinary.  It's bad because Cathy just feels rotten.  She's spent most of the day in bed, in and out of sleep.  She has come downstairs a couple of times to eat a little jello and refill her water.  Other than that she hasn't eaten much since Tuesday morning.  She's lost 6 pounds since Monday, which has also come to be typical.  I expect that she'll gain most of it back early next week.  It's sad and hard to see, but she's tough and cool about it.  She doesn't complain, except that when I made pickles today she told me it smelled bad and she had to go back upstairs.  She also asked me to stop rocking Clara in the glider next to the bed because she was getting seasick.  Aside from that she just plugs along.  What a tough cookie.