Second-and third-hand information. My mother is pretending nothing is wrong, same as when I was so sick when I was four. "She's not sick, no no she's fine." She told my grandmother and everyone else nothing was wrong, a million reassuring phone calls, lies, while I had ivs and tubes coming out of everything. It is the same now, she can't handle it and she goes all calm-crazy. My brother talked to the doctors and nurses and they say Dad really is pretty much ok, despite Mom saying the same thing. But he's still in the hospital with tubes up his nose and an iv drip. Today he felt better enough to watch Law and Order twice and harrass a nurse, which is good, but might be bravado, I don't know, I'm not there.