Yesterday I spent most of the day at the hospital again. Just being there and visiting with my Grandfather and various family members that were there. Grandpa was sitting up, alert and talking up a storm. He has a theory as to why he was able to recover from being so close to dying. That all of us who came to see him, "filled his tank" with energy. That it was us who gave a little of our spiritual energy to him, and help him to stop bleeding and start healing. Today my Grandfather had a colonoscopy. (They had already done the throat to stomach one the other day and two other tests besides that.) The reason the colonoscopy wasn't performed before now is due to the bleeding. They had to wait for the bleeding to subside in order to be able to see anything. What did they find? That he has Diverticulosis. He has the bleeding type of it where the walls of the Diverticulum rupture. Unfortunately there is no "cure" per se for it. The doctors say that it may happen again, or it may not. They can not predict such things, but there is always a chance. If things keep going well with his recovery he will be moved into a regular room on Friday. Then on Saturday he will be moved to a care center. I don't know what else to call it as it is a transitional place where they help you until you get your strength back and can be on your own again. After that he will be able to go back home. Things are looking up, and we are all hoping that they stay that way. For him, every day will have to be taken as they come, one at a time. Hopefully there will be many more of them to come. Thank you all for your kind thoughts and prayers.