No major news. Matt's still conscious, more coherent than he was, and in surprisingly good spirits. Spoke to stepdad (Larry) this morning and he sounded surprisingly composed. I still didn't dare ask mom outright if this was the Big C.

Looks like they're moving him up to a much better hospital up in Cleveland. (You can smirk, but the Cleveland Clinic is actually REALLY good.) Whatever's going on in his brain is apparently less swollen since they put him on steroids.

Larry said they're gonna try to have a quiet night at home, while my stepsister and sister-in-law go up to Cleveland and keep an eye on Matt. I'm relieved; they shouldn't be driving after dark.

Supposedly, we'll know a lot more by early afternoon tomorrow, after they've had a closer look at him. I dunno. I'm already really braced for the worst, so any good news at all would be a net win right now.

I'm okay, just worried about the impact this is gonna have on people I love. As long as I don't fuck up any of my obligations to my family, I'll be okay. But it all still makes me furious on my brother's behalf. Rant about the cruelty of nature another day.